Sometimes a friend visits and brings a breath of fresh air to your life. Through her eyes, you see your world differently. You are reminded why you fell in love with your home, your neighborhood, your city.
She is excited by things you take for granted:
- the rapid transit system (buses and trains),
- the universities (so many of them on your tour from Cambridge to Boston),
- the architecture (from grand Victorians to brownstones to triple-deckers – a housing type she’s never seen in the Midwest),
- the green spaces throughout the city (thanks to the Emerald Necklace designed by Frederick Law Olmstead),
- the availability of seafood,
- the fall foliage,
- the local neighborhood restaurants and sub-shops.
Your furniture and paintings are familiar and old to your eyes, but they are new and lovely to her. You see the mismatched furniture blended when you and your husband combined households. You know what you plan to do when you can get that chair reupholstered or buy a new couch. She sees the loveliness of the art work and feels the happiness and peace your home contains.
Because of her visit, you, some friends, and your husband go dancing, something none of you have done in some time. The same old place has actually remodeled since last you were there. Back in the day turns out to be last Saturday with familiar, classic dance songs mixed with in with new music. There is nothing more beautiful than seeing a group of people out dancing, having fun, with the cares of the world momentarily suspended.
Various people come up to the table all night and say hi to each of us at the table. “I haven’t seen you in so long…” “I thought you had moved…” “Man, it’s good to see you!” It is good to see familiar faces.
Of course, you have to recover from the whirlwind, non-stop activity of the weekend but it is a “good tired” you feel. Better to “wear-out than rust-out” as my sister always says.
Thank you for your visit, P. It was just what I needed.