Friday, April 27, 2007

Friends Around A Table

This morning, I've woken with the oddest feeling. My last fleeting thougths as I woke up were of a dream in which the most random collection of close friends were suddenly getting together at a large table to eat some food and spend time together. While the event was generally jovial in nature, I felt detatched, even as other people were reaquainting with one another. Not only were a large assortment of friends there, but there was also cake, and man do I love cake. But I still felt so empty and more a part of the atmosphere than the crowd.

Moving to a new place less than a year ago, developing community has been an expected challenge, but something so desperatly desired. Last July I wrote about how sustainable relationships developed in film through shared mission, shared space, and shared relationships. While relationships are forming in a new place I wish it would all happen faster, but life is not a movie and wrapped up in around 120 minutes.

And friends of mine who were so rude around the table in my dream...you just may get a phone call this week to make sure we're still on good terms.

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9 comments:

RWA said...

That is the one thing I have always disliked about moving. I like the new job, I like a new place to live and new things to see and do, but making friends always seems to take the longest.

Grete said...

Aw, this makes me sad, Ryan! Jon and I miss you two so much - we wish we could be around that table in your waking life (only we'd want you to be engaged in the conversation... and I would try not to be "rude" by taking too much cake!).

Anonymous said...

I DID get a phone call from you this morning and I am so sorry that I missed it. I am sure that I was not in your dream. I was watching TV last night (Grey's Anatomy) and they were taste testing wedding cake, I said to D that I want some wedding cake, and I know who else would like some too

AK said...

Would you feel better if I made you a cake and mailed it to you?

Anonymous said...

The anonymous was me...I had to rewrite it, so forgot to sign-off
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Kimberly Ann said...

ditto rwa. i too enjoy a new place to live, new things to see and do and the new job... making friends part is poopy.

Anna said...

The hardest part about being far from home is the relationships that were left behind. Actually it has been very hard to adapt here due to that fact. I pour myself into relationships and find that I am exhausted here at the thought of starting over...

Attila The Mom said...

hehehe. About the rude friends around the table. I'm so bad that way. I have a dream about someone (usually my husband) and I wake up and am furious for at least a few hours. ;-)

It's so hard moving to a new community. I feel for you.

Just wondering...what kind of cake was it? LOL

jasdye said...

be assured, rc, if it's cake (and not prefaced by the word 'cheese-'), you can have it.

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