Still at the Inn. Heading home today. Resigned to the no early morning coffee. Not happy; just resigned. Next visit, Marriott for sure.
Other than the coffee thing, this place is actually pretty nice. Amazing art work, bathrobes, comfortable bed with lovely linens. The breakfast yesterday was wonderful, and I imagine it will be as good today. I can see why someone would choose to stay here. Not me; someone else.
But we didn’t come here just to stay at the Inn. We came to visit our old neighbors who have relocated to Portland. I’ve been thinking about why some people remain “keepers” through years of separation.
Shared experiences seems to be at the core of sustained friendship. It’s more than just shared interests, although that probably played a role in the beginning.
I remember when Mary and Steve first moved into the neighborhood. Word quickly spread that they had a four year old girl and a baby boy and that Mary was a writer. Betsy and I arrived at their door. I pointed to my little girl and said, “I have one of these; I understand that you do too.”
We became one another’s support system through the child rearing years. We saw one another through home remodeling and job changes. We weathered the triumphs and tragedies of those years together.
Much has changed. The kids are now adults. We’re no longer neighbors. But the bonds of friendship remain firm.