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31 Mar 2002 17:23![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
veekSaw C. off this morning.
She arrived on Friday morning at 7, and we spent two solid days in continuous conversation, punctuated by brief periods of sleep and a really brief one of me throwing her out of my room so that I could wrap her birthday presents. Topics of conversation? Yes.
She is ball of energy, and reminds me what it is to live fully. We almost lost our friendship once, to circumstance and complacency, but there was never a chance, not really, all it took to wake us up were two omelettes and several hours of conversation. She is an open book, even more so than I am. Her range of emotions is amazing, and she flows from one to another fluidly, when the situation requires it.
In the first few hours of her visit, a dozen or so conversations were started between us. Some of them got filled in later; some, surely, didn't; new topics arose.
I am lonely here. For all the family contact and the opportunity to participate in my nephew's formation as a most definite little person, which is nothing short of the greatest gift they've ever given me, I am lonely and touch-deprived. There are friends to hang out with, there is-was romance and adventure, there's the miracle of life that is Tesher. And there isn't, nowhere in close physical proximity, that unabashed energy. Most of all, the touch deprivation saps me of that kind of energy, so self-sustaining is problematic.
Travel soon. That'll shake things up. Los Angeles for two weeks, Boston for two weeks, Kalamazoo (Kalamazoooooo! *splish*) for a conference, Boston for another two weeks or maybe more, then back to London for the summer. Whoosh. Need more momentum and real-life people. It's almost more excruciating, to have intense, fascinating conversations with people online, to read their journals, and to not be within physical reach of them. But more reassuring to have that than to have no confirmation at all that those people exist. Every once in a while it's good to actually see, even electronically, that lack of self-restraint in communication.
She arrived on Friday morning at 7, and we spent two solid days in continuous conversation, punctuated by brief periods of sleep and a really brief one of me throwing her out of my room so that I could wrap her birthday presents. Topics of conversation? Yes.
She is ball of energy, and reminds me what it is to live fully. We almost lost our friendship once, to circumstance and complacency, but there was never a chance, not really, all it took to wake us up were two omelettes and several hours of conversation. She is an open book, even more so than I am. Her range of emotions is amazing, and she flows from one to another fluidly, when the situation requires it.
In the first few hours of her visit, a dozen or so conversations were started between us. Some of them got filled in later; some, surely, didn't; new topics arose.
I am lonely here. For all the family contact and the opportunity to participate in my nephew's formation as a most definite little person, which is nothing short of the greatest gift they've ever given me, I am lonely and touch-deprived. There are friends to hang out with, there is-was romance and adventure, there's the miracle of life that is Tesher. And there isn't, nowhere in close physical proximity, that unabashed energy. Most of all, the touch deprivation saps me of that kind of energy, so self-sustaining is problematic.
Travel soon. That'll shake things up. Los Angeles for two weeks, Boston for two weeks, Kalamazoo (Kalamazoooooo! *splish*) for a conference, Boston for another two weeks or maybe more, then back to London for the summer. Whoosh. Need more momentum and real-life people. It's almost more excruciating, to have intense, fascinating conversations with people online, to read their journals, and to not be within physical reach of them. But more reassuring to have that than to have no confirmation at all that those people exist. Every once in a while it's good to actually see, even electronically, that lack of self-restraint in communication.
