Gold:
It’s not by accident, I think, that I grew up with the notion that as I matured, my opportunity and desire to meet new people, make new friends, would decrease. The Common Conversation, my seconds-ago, made-up term for unspoken cultural norms and expectations that hovers a like swollen cloud over our hearts, lives, and dreams, convinced me that life as an adult would not be so much lonely as complete. Things falling into place -click, click, click- like those red and yellow discs in the game Connect Four.
I’d take my gold friends -couple from high school, a few more from college- and shine ‘em up once in a while. Done.
Silver:
I think I was maybe four years out of college before I realized that a number of factors made my above assumption just not true (for me.)
1.) College town: there’s about a billion (just over fifty) here in greater Boston area. All those smart/clever/engaged/engaging/inspired/inspiring people coming and going. Some of whom get snagged in the net that trows behind me even when I think it’s not.
2.) Work: Duh! There are people at work. More importantly, folks whose values match mine, whose interests and desires I share. Even if I tried, I could not resist deepening some of these connections -and the choice is not always mine. Also, I’m a community worker, which brings us to . . .
3.) I like people: Isn’t it funny to rediscover what you long-knew in a wordless kind of way?
So, in the cold, cranky, over-educated city where I’ve heard people describe difficulty breaking into culturally, and where I’ve heard other people claim a depth of connection that they could not quite achieve elsewhere, I continue to fall down the rabbit hole. Silver, all the way.

Friends warm up in JP