Dinner last night, out on the city for the office party. Meeting a young colleagues’ sweet, young girlfriend had me dreaming, early on this snowy morning, of girlfriends when I was that age.
I dreamt I visited my old girlfriend’s house. She lived with two roomates, all 3 trainees at our company with expectations of solid careers and stock options.
I returned to this house, a converted barn in a morbid suburban housing development, and discovered a school in it’s place. It was a glimpse into the cultural dislocation that must come with seniority and a world of changing tastes, new architecture.
I had a few intense moments of loss, then turned over to better feel the warmth of two small dogs, a not so small 9 year old, and my wife – all asleep in the predawn of the blizzard of 2009.
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