David is home, who I think I had not entirely believed ever would be; I had a dream in which I realized I must be dreaming - something that has occurred only a few select times in my entire sleeping life - because David was with me, and I knew he must be in Brazil. Among many other things, while in South America he climbed a mountain, visited a city with highrises but not a single chain store, saw the world's largest field of preserved dinosaur footprints, and learned to speak fluent Portuguese, but now he really is here again, looking and talking and laughing just like he always did, entering once more the orbits of all us disparate people who have known him and pulling us back to his own.
I've been thinking about my current friendships lately, how many of them have arisen fairly recently, and the sense of discontinuity inherent in that. I know a bunch of neat people these days, and I trust some of them a lot, but there are very few people who know me well now who also knew well the person I was when I was 14, and who would react with an immediate and natural understanding if something happened to bring up emotions dating to that time. Sometimes this makes me worry that I might become disconnected from myself, that maybe there are things I feel which I have stopped expressing, and forgotten, and that I am lesser and lonelier for it.
There are two people I talk to who did and still do know me that well; David makes a third, and for that, too, I'm glad that he's back. I hope we can see one another often (I think it would be cool to do another play).
Keely, too, is home, who was in Costa Rica; I hadn't known it, but apparently she's been back for something like a month. That's probably reasonable - she left at the beginning of the Summer; David probably gave me an unrealistic unconscious expectation that people never actually come home. She went around looking restless and making strange faces, spilling offhand physical affection as is her wont, and it made me smile to see her.
And Gen Robertson is also home, who, on the rare occasion I've seen her these past two or three years, has been in town for about two days before departing on her next vast trip, or on a tree-planting foray to fund them. This time, though, she says that she means to stick around for about a year, and as a show of good faith she's enrolled in Cap College. I'm looking forward to having her around. She said she thought I should grow my beard back, which felt oddly pleasant.
All of these people were at the party at Jim's neo-Gate today, as well as several others I hadn't seen for ages even though they were in this city, and some interesting people I'd never before met. Afterward, David, Jeremy, Rayne and I went for a late, slow walk around the sea wall, and now it's the middle of the night and my legs hurt and I'm remarkably tired, which is likely to blame if any of this prose was unusually uninspired or difficult to follow. As soon as this is posted, I'll go collapse across my bed and let my legs repair themselves and the rest of me sleep, and it will be marvellous.
But I am happy.
In mostly unrelated news, I would apparently be a little dog
. I always name my little dogs "the ninja".