My friend’s husband is in the video game business. No, he’s not a hustler. No, he doesn’t service arcade games. He writes code. Apparently, he writes quite brilliant code. As I understand it, his code is beautiful. Poetic, as it were.
He is not particularly happy with his current situation. He has sent his resume and code samples along to several folks, near and wide, and nearly all have been seemingly frothing at the mouth to talk to him, to hire him, to have his poetic code make their games sing (or maim or kill, this being the video game business).
One company has offered him a job. It seems like it is a company he would enjoy working for. It seems like the people there are his kinds of folks. It seems like this is perfect in every way. It seems like this company is in New Zealand.
Did I mention I live near San Francisco, as does my very good friend and her poetic-code-writing husband and her two adorable daughters, including the BFF of my daughter? I’m not sure irregular readers – and not necessarily of the dietary tract kind – know where I live, where they live.
The other day, someone mentioned my very good friend was not committing to any Girl Scout activities because things are uncertain right now. Thursday, my very good friend indicated that, yeah, it really looks like it would be coming together. She mentioned they’d not said that aloud to the family, which has been totally encouraging about it. I have been only encouraging. I will continue to be encouraging.
But I will be very, very, very sad if this comes to pass. For my daughter, especially. Because, being raised as a military brat, I never expected friendships to last a lifetime. But I expected my kids’ friendships to last just that long. Sure, people will change and friendships will evolve – or end – but some will always be there because they’re your hometown friends.
And I will also be very, very, very sad for me. Because I do not make friends easily. And that’s because I’m only looking for a particular type of person with whom to forge a friendship. Yes, it is all of my own making that I don’t make friends well. I have strict standards about the quality of the person with whom I am a friend. And this lady, the mother of my daughter’s BBF, she meets all those standards.
There are so many ways to keep in touch with people who are far away. But when your world sometimes quakes and a hearty shoulder is what you need, there is nothing that will make that person and her shoulder really in front of you.
[The post title? Queen of the Nile. Queen of Denial. Get it?]