What once gone is now returned...
Through one of my closest friends, i was able to re-establish contact with someone in Perth i thought i'd never talk to again. This was via email, with the tentative first steps akin to meeting someone for the first time. And in a sense it did sort of feel that way. We haven't spoken to each other for, what, slightly more than half a year - our final correspondence being that i was running away to Perth for the foreseeable future, hope to see you real soon, take care.
I didn't end up meeting him that time. Countless messages sent out received no response, eliciting disappointment tinged with sadness and resignation.
And truth be told i'm not holding out much hope of meeting him this time around either. I guess time and experience have taught me to hope but not presume till it's there right before your very eyes. In the agency my saying would be something along the lines of, "i'm not going to believe that they've agreed to take us on until i see them sign on the dotted line with my own eyes!"
As it is, i've got few enough close friends on both sides of the archipelago that the loss of one would have some effect me in oneway or another, though it often doesn't manifest in broad daylight for all to see.
Being able to see him again would make me quite happy. There's a lot to catch up on, and my planned weekend there won't nearly be enough time to do it all. Ah well, will just have to make more next time... if i have to trek all the way to Mongolia to do it.
I wonder what yak meat tastes like....