Have you ever met someone away from home that you just wanted to get to know better?
When we visited the playground in Central Park on Monday, I met such a person.
*sigh*
I met a woman about my age with two little sons. She is moving to Queens from Vermont. Her husband's job brought them to NYC for a year. She'd been apartment shopping with her older son, a 3 1/2-year-old, and had promised to take him to the playground when they finished. So there we all were...playing. She was originally from a rural area in Vermont but had spent a lot of time in Boston, a city she adores. They're supposed to transfer back there in a year's time.
She was lovely to talk with. Her son was adorable.
And afterwards, as I walked away, I had that familiar regret of not having exchanged at least e-mail addresses with her. I wished suddenly that I had some form of calling card because I'd really like to meet up again one day.
Oh, well. Perhaps our paths will cross again.
*sigh*
One of those kindred spirits passing by through my life...leaving a warm and fuzzy remembrance.
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