- After I lost my job, I wanted to use a free time to catch up with people.
- I was tense on my way to meet a strange person who was my friend in Livejournal.
- Reconciliation made me feel 19 again.
On Wednesday afternoon in August, she sat on the kitchen table and tried not to look creeping. I was about to Lie to DMS for a strange person Who may have already been a girl she knew on the Internet.
Access to the past is similar to the operation of one of the corridors in a dark room: it will appear either with an artifact or free of hands. Even if the Instagram account I found is the same I knew about Livejournal As “Lonlypainter”, referring to “Johnny Mitchell case”, I didn’t know if she wanted to re -call. Not everyone is longing as I am.
I just had to wait 10 minutes to answer. “Hi! I have been guess right!
We fell to talk about art again, and we encouraged each other as we had throughout those years when I knew it as a writer, and I supported my emerging literary identity.
I decided that it was It’s time to meet personally.
We lived about two hours
Now, Sarah was also a musician, and loved her clear voice and sensitivity as she listened to her song on Instagram.
After losing my job At the end of September, I decided to take opportunities and catch up with people while I had time. Sarah and I have lived only about two hours on each other over the past twenty years; Why don’t you finally meet “Irl”? She loved the ideaand We chose Sunday in November.
I felt nervous when he came today as if he was preparing for the first history. What if Virtual friendship You remind us of pride not transferred to the real world?
Jason Esbil, one of the current favorite musicians in Sarah, played quietly on TV while we drank tea in the comfortable living room. It seemed to be knocking, especially in college, when he was less than 21 years old or a break also out, leads to conversation, watching movies, or listening to music in students ’dwellings and first -class living rooms.
I felt as if I were nineteen years old
Within 15 years since we were drifting away from Livejournal, I was still married, now with two children. Sarah said that she felt that she had “lived a lot of life.” I told her about my novel in progress and we discussed the articles I recently published On an alternative to her About recovery and sobriety.
Before leaving, Sarah played some songs for me on the piano and guitar, John Brain cover and some original copies. I felt the horror chills when I heard a “room to move”, a song about leaving an offensive relationship with a challenging choir “and I never miss you.”
Time collapsed. I felt 19, 41, and all the years between. Livejournal reading project and seeing Sarah’s comments on almost every entry that inspired me to search for it. It also showed me the number of people who come to our lives and abroad over the years. Staying close to each of them will not be possible, nor is it always desirable. But I am very grateful to every connection I made at all, no matter how painful or painful.
“From the heart of my writer to you,” Sarah signed her disc on the disk. I traveled to the house listening to the songs that I heard directly, and my friend’s voice filled the car with warmth, and a plan to return in March to see her playing again.
