Yesterday, after nearly nine months of being away on tour, my best friend arrived back home. It’s wonderful, but also very, very strange.
We got used to being a thousand miles away from each other, and now we’re living just across town, 10 minutes away from each other. I got used to having to forward his mail to him, today I’ll get to just hand it to him. We learned to deal with the fact that most of our phone calls occurred in ten minute increments when he was in between shows, or took place in hotel lobbies, stairwells, laundry rooms, pool decks or anywhere else he wouldn’t disturb his roommate. Last night we spent 20 uninterrupted minutes on the phone, while he laid in his bed, in his room, whispering so he wouldn’t wake up his family.
I would have never thought having him back would feel stranger than having him gone.