Where life takes us

Some days, having lunch with an old friend means that in the afternoon, you spend the spare part of your brain thinking about all the other old friends you've fallen out of touch with, and because this is the internet age, you end up Googling those of them that have names unusual enough that you won't end up with thousands of results.

So it turns out that the very cute boy from senior year who didn't go to my college just might be some kind of diving slash spearfishing extraordinaire, with a concomitant interest in preserving the environment he enjoys diving in.

And that the even cuter friend of mine that he was interested in is now a high school counsellor in her hometown.

And that my superheroine roommate, also from senior year, is now director of development at a nonprofit healthcare organisation focused on the Hispanic-American community in the city she grew up in and still lives in. Which is more or less exactly where I would expect her to be.

And that the Primary Six classmate who always said outrageous "liberal" things that we chalked up to her American mother is now an artist working in various media in the US and being exhibited in all the big cities.

And that the classmate I had a crush on in primary school might have been dealing drugs some years ago.

On that note, I'm going to stop Googling now.

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