Sitting around the table swapping stories was something I have always loved doing but something I never do. Hours passed and it came time to leave. We swapped ideas of doing it again, smiled, and said "Good Night". As I was walking away from the house I could only think that the people I just shared a meal with must see me so much differently than I see myself. Of course I want them to like but is it still something to worry about after you are welcomed into their home?
This and a million other questions ran through my head pretty much for the rest of the night but another question rotated more than the others. Will it last? And when I say that, I mean will this become a lasting friendship. I have friends and of course I have friends I can trust but it has been a long time since I could call anyone my "best" friend. I truly want that again and it would be nice to have a group to call my own. I know only time will tell, but I hate waiting, but it looks like I don't have a choice.