Beyond the first bite, I don't love Facebook at all and mainly have an account only because it's nice when someone you would have loved to have kept in touch with but somehow have lost touch with now has an easy way to find you and vice versa. I'm not about all the gimmicky bullshit ploys that just seem to be about their creators getting your personal information like sending ghetto snacks or plants or passing drinks or any of the rest, nor typically friending people on there that I don't know in real life (sorry) for basically the same privacy reasons, but I do like it for the way I use it.
Last week, two people found me on Facebook, one a friend from England who I met back in my old Japan days, and another who was a good friend in junior high and kind of in high school. When I told my friend in London that going to see family in Chicago a couple weeks ago only took about 11 hours, she was kind of floored at the magnitude that is 11 hours worth of land upon which to drive. Lots of countries just aren't as big as the United States and even here, lots of states get smaller the further east you go. Driving from Chicago to Portland, OR was a 2.5 day drive (with sleeping overnight), and so was driving for the big move back in December from Portland to Tulsa.
While I have some real issues with living in Oklahoma, I'm positive that I love how accessible so many of my favorite people seem from here in the middle, and I love how much I've been able to just leave Tulsa at breakfast time and be someplace else in time for dinner (literally!), especially when dinner means pizza back in Chicago, or including a bottle of good wine in Nashville when meeting a favorite blogger who made her own drive out that way (and then followed by another favorite who lives out that way and a whole bunch more, plus even seeing an old classmate I hadn't seen in 20 years along the way!). Returning from family visits in Chicagoland (where another favorite blogger and my old prom date live) but taking a small detour to Indy to see my dear friend J a couple of times in just a handful of months when it used to be 5+ years between visits all just makes me smile.
Sure, I'll be far away in Japan for a year, but that's kind of like a long side trip (a really seriously awesome side trip), and then I'll be back in the middle again. While Tulsa is just on the 3-5 year plan (clock is ticking, even while I'm in Japan), I have a feeling our next big move will be to another part of the middle of the country so that I can be a busybody.
I'll let this post go up automatically at midnight in case I'm already in bed resting up for Saturday's drive to meet that above good friend in junior high and kind of in high school who found me on Facebook earlier in the week because she just so happens to live just one state away! It's been a hundred years, lots of hairstyles (those perms back in the day, oh, my) and many lifetimes and life events ago since I've seen her. It's still not easy to get from here to London to see my other friend (someday, though, someday, I hope), but the middle brings so many more so much closer and feels like being all up in the thick of it all.
Aside from geography, I'm finding that life in general is like that, too, if you think about it... I don't mean being mid-life like that but mean being in the midst of life, like right smack dab in the middle of the midst of life, aiming to live it fully, good with the bad, but as much as possible surrounded by the good stuff of life like good friends. Must be all the nostalgia making me waxy and mushy in the middle.