One of the nicest things about blogging is the connections you make with other bloggers from all over the world. I may have started my blog simply because I love to write, but one of the main reasons I’ve kept it going all these years is that I really value the friendships I’ve made because of it. The people who read my blog and take the time to comment on my posts have provided more encouragement, new perspectives, and advice than I ever would have imagined, and that’s a gift. I may only know these people through our blogs, but they still touch my life in a real and positive way.
A few years ago, a blogging friend who lives in the Netherlands was in my area to visit her son, and she asked if she could stop by the animal shelter where I volunteer for a quick tour. (I occasionally write about my experiences at the shelter.) I agreed, and was happy to discover that she was just as nice in person as I had expected. It was fun meeting someone from halfway around the world who I had only known through her excellent blog, https://thecedarjournal.com/blog/ .
A few months ago, she emailed me to say that her son and daughter-in-law had bought a house here in St. Louis and asked if I could give her any information about the neighborhood. As it turned out, I could give all kinds of detailed advice about the neighborhood, because her son’s new house was a mere two blocks from my own.
Last weekend, my friend came to visit her son and daughter-in-law and offered to meet me and my dog Finn for a quick walk. Finn, of course, thought this was an excellent idea so I leashed him up and we met in her son’s yard. I got to meet her husband, son, and daughter-in-law before we set out. It was a beautiful Spring day, and I enjoyed our walk very much. But I just couldn’t stop wondering: what are the odds that someone I met through my blog and lives in the Netherlands would have a son who moved into my immediate neighborhood? Neither of them are originally from St. Louis, and she hasn’t lived in the States in years. And yet there we were, walking and chatting like old friends.
Clearly, people who say, “it’s a small world” know what they’re talking about. And you know what? I think that’s a very good thing indeed…..