Just a thought, why does it happen that only one out of five friends (who are capable of self-transportion) would come to visit me? And everyone else, why am I the one that drives or flies to see them?

Especially when I am here only a week.

Every single time this happens, I think to myself that I won\’t do this again. Yet the next time I return, I find myself driving to Santa Clara or Fremont anyway.

They used to say, love is when she (or he) would travel the distance for you. I can say that about true friendship.

I would like to think of myself as someone keeps their word. A friend a week ago sadly left for home in Arizona and is going to start work in Wisconsin. I said I would visit. I hear people saying that all the time, but we all know most people never do. For me though, it will happen. I guarantee it.

The only problem then is that uncomfortable awkwardness of figuring out whether it was a sincere invitation or a polite butisaiditbecauseyouwerethere invitation.