A Friend
A few days ago I was driving home and I happened to see a girl walking along the sidewalk. She was looking at the world around her, a beautiful autumn day, and as she watched the world I found myself watching her. The reason was because she looked exactly like a friend of mine. Her hair was short and spiky and above all red. Bright red, making her look slightly as if her head were on fire. As I watched this girl I began to think of my friend and how it had been so long since I last spoke to her. So when I got home I called her up, I got her answering machine and left a message saying I was thinking of her and thought it would be nice to chat. I didn't hear from her till Sunday when she called me back, probably during my long walk with Kevin and left a message on my voice mail saying to call her back and that Sundays were the best day to reach her as it was her only day off. I intend to call her this Sunday.
Today for some reason I got to thinking of her again and how our friendship was such an unlikely one. The friend I am thinking of is Norah, some of you who read my journal have met her but most of you have not. I first met Norah at work. I had just started to work for Petsmart as a bather (a step down from a groomer) and she was one of the groomers. She was not the nicest of the groomers, in fact both she and I got into some arguments at times. At first I have to honestly say that I didn't much care for Norah. I don't really know what changed, I think it was that we were assigned to close the shop together a few nights. It was just her and I in the groom shop alone, working on our dogs. We began to talk with each other about all sorts of things. We began to hang out together, mostly with our dogs, taking them to the dog parks around town and such. But we would also hang out at each other's house. She and Kevin had a truce going on, they both liked to fight with each other but they eventually got to a point where they knew how to keep things easy between themselves. I was often found at her house and she was often found at mine. It was good. She was my first friend I found in Salt Lake City.
Eventually she graduated with an associates in graphic design and headed to Las Vegas to work with her sister. Things seemed to fall through and eventually she ended up where I think she is now, working for Petsmart as a dog trainer. I missed her when she moved, but thankfully found new friends, however even though we have not lived near each other for years now, we still keep in contact. That is saying something as we don't keep in touch through the internet (which is my main form of communication with my friends). Every so often she will call me up and spend a few hours venting to me about the troubles in her life. It is what she used to do quite often when we hung out in Utah. Every so often I call her up to see how she is doing. It is funny, I still feel close to her after all these years, I just wish I was able to see her more often.
Ah well, I suppose I am more writing this because I do wish I had a friend out here like that. Someone who I could call up and say, "Hey, lets hang out." Someone I could call up and vent to, or go visit and vent to. I love all of my friends that I have acquired over the years, but distance makes things difficult. It makes life lonely. It is strange because currently Kevin has more friends out here than I do, that is odd for us as it usually is the opposite.
Out here there are currently two people who I could consider my friend, but neither of them have reached the point of anything more than a casual friend, this means that I have hung out with both of them but I have not reached a point where I would feel comfortable calling them up and just talking for a long time. It is an odd thing for me...I know we are planning on moving soon and so I have to wonder what will happen when we do move. I guess only time will tell.
Today for some reason I got to thinking of her again and how our friendship was such an unlikely one. The friend I am thinking of is Norah, some of you who read my journal have met her but most of you have not. I first met Norah at work. I had just started to work for Petsmart as a bather (a step down from a groomer) and she was one of the groomers. She was not the nicest of the groomers, in fact both she and I got into some arguments at times. At first I have to honestly say that I didn't much care for Norah. I don't really know what changed, I think it was that we were assigned to close the shop together a few nights. It was just her and I in the groom shop alone, working on our dogs. We began to talk with each other about all sorts of things. We began to hang out together, mostly with our dogs, taking them to the dog parks around town and such. But we would also hang out at each other's house. She and Kevin had a truce going on, they both liked to fight with each other but they eventually got to a point where they knew how to keep things easy between themselves. I was often found at her house and she was often found at mine. It was good. She was my first friend I found in Salt Lake City.
Eventually she graduated with an associates in graphic design and headed to Las Vegas to work with her sister. Things seemed to fall through and eventually she ended up where I think she is now, working for Petsmart as a dog trainer. I missed her when she moved, but thankfully found new friends, however even though we have not lived near each other for years now, we still keep in contact. That is saying something as we don't keep in touch through the internet (which is my main form of communication with my friends). Every so often she will call me up and spend a few hours venting to me about the troubles in her life. It is what she used to do quite often when we hung out in Utah. Every so often I call her up to see how she is doing. It is funny, I still feel close to her after all these years, I just wish I was able to see her more often.
Ah well, I suppose I am more writing this because I do wish I had a friend out here like that. Someone who I could call up and say, "Hey, lets hang out." Someone I could call up and vent to, or go visit and vent to. I love all of my friends that I have acquired over the years, but distance makes things difficult. It makes life lonely. It is strange because currently Kevin has more friends out here than I do, that is odd for us as it usually is the opposite.
Out here there are currently two people who I could consider my friend, but neither of them have reached the point of anything more than a casual friend, this means that I have hung out with both of them but I have not reached a point where I would feel comfortable calling them up and just talking for a long time. It is an odd thing for me...I know we are planning on moving soon and so I have to wonder what will happen when we do move. I guess only time will tell.