Green Days, Blue Days


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It’s May now. All of New York looks like this, and it seems to me that I can’t remember a springtime this lush. The city has literally exploded into a rhapsody of green. It’s lusher than the Japan I left, but probably not as green as it is in Ireland right now, where Sean is.

I said goodbye to Sean last night, after 2 years of being fellow expatriates and 34 days of ceaseless globe trotting. We were in Malaysia. We were in Vietnam. We were even in Guatemala, attending my cousin’s wedding – a giant hog roast held on a coffee plantation, replete with mariachi music and salsa dancing until nightfall. We were covered in bug bites from 3 different countries. I was slightly brown, he was covered in scores of new freckles. If you ever want to see an Irishman squirm, take him to a Muslim country where it’s 32 degrees outside. If you ever want to see an Irishman suffer, take him to a Latin American country where greetings are not handshakes, but lavish rains of kisses upon the cheek. Admittedly, the cheek kissing was strange to us both, coming, as we had, from 2 years of stiff bows. Even if I have visited Guatemala about once every two years my entire life, I’m a handshake girl. Always have been. My cousins used to tell me I was “cold.” Now, their children’s friends were mystified by the spectre of Sean, who dodged kisses and extended his hand.

He left yesterday evening. We have a vague idea but don’t know exactly when we’ll see each other again. Of all the goodbyes over the past month, this was the hardest. Not a bow moment. Not a handshake moment. Among other things, it was a “bird” moment – as he disappeared through customs, we flipped each other the bird; from him, the pansy British two-fingered salute and from me, the “real” one-fingered classic.

And then my best friend for the past 2 years was gone.

Not forever. You’ll see. But for now. And that hurts.

Everywhere, everywhere is green now – fresh with life, possibilities, and soaked in rain so I believe it will only get more wild over here in the concrete jungle of New York.

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4 Comments Add yours

  1. Gnarf says:

    Since Sean was a part of your life, he was also a part of your blog. I too will miss him.

    But you will see that next time you meet, even though a year or two have passed, it will feel just like you where hanging out yesterday. That’s the best part with close friends.

    Now, enjoy your lush concrete jungle! 🙂

  2. seminascosto says:

    Sooner than that, Gnarf – you’ll see! I will have some good news soon, TBA.

    And I’m off for Cinco de Mayo happy hour! Sounds strange to think that I can actually do that again.

  3. Kao says:

    I don’t… understand the concept of spring. 😛 But I hope you have a happy one!
    I also hope the days past swiftly until you get to spend time pleasantly with Sean again. 🙂 I look forward to TBA plans ^_^

  4. Lara says:

    I never got used to the kissing, either.

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