It’s honestly hard to wrap my head around this.
Last night, right before I drifted off to sleep, a Facebook friend request popped up. It was an old friend from abroad—someone I’d completely lost touch with for over 30+ years.
Seeing that name—at once so familiar yet so distant—sent me into a whirlwind of shock and joy.
Shocked: Because… how is this even possible? It felt like trying to find a needle in a haystack in the middle of a vast ocean.
Overjoyed: Because, against all odds, the ocean actually gave up the needle!
I did a quick “FBI scroll” through the photos on my phone to make sure it was really him. And yup, there he was—that same old rascal! The guy I used to call my “Seven Minutes of Life.”
I messaged him immediately: “Is that you? It’s me! Do you remember…?” I followed up with a barrage of greetings and a trip down memory lane, reminding him of the crazy things we shared three decades plus ago.
It didn’t take long for him to hit me back.
He was just as hyped as I was.
Excited: Because he’d actually been trying to track me down through various channels for years. He finally did it!
Expectant: Because he’s planning a trip here next year, which means a real-life reunion is finally on the books.
In just a few messages, he gave me the “SparkNotes version” of his life—his family, his work, and his future plans—along with a few photos. Not to be outdone, I gave him a quick rundown of my life and sent over some family photos of my own.
I’ve been on cloud nine all day today. Getting back in touch with a long-lost friend feels amazing.
I’m truly looking forward to our reunion. After all, we’ve got about 30+ years’ worth of stories to catch up on!