a seventh year.
Tonight I met with a guy that I had kissed my junior year of high school, and unbeknown to me, that was his first kiss. He was also a guy I met through a friend when I visited her in Nashville. Tonight we revealed the painful, but awkward moments that had happened between us, but also could actually connect on levels that I never thought a simple acquaintance could. We were strangers that shared an intimate thing, and seven years later we meet again, not romantically, but curious and inspired.
He travels in his Winnebago with a friend and they spread this product around college campuses that is called MANA. It sustains children by giving them a paste formula to eat in packets. He lives with his friend Alex and they have mustaches. I could not be more intrigued. We shared life stories and laughs, and moments of fear and exhilaration.
If anything, I am thankful to always have connections to people, even after seven years and an awkward kiss, which also led me to find out about a girl that I met named Katie, who has a now-famous blog about children in Africa she has adopted and a best selling book on the NY times list, which I am going to read.
Through one person I have introduced now to Ross and Cortney, we have this connection that extends past a person I met seven years ago, and now to Africa and all over college campuses.
Life is always connected, even in big cities.
