Living In My Own World

I cannot get over the fact how often Israelis run into people they knew from their childhood in the middle of the street.

Everywhere I look, people seem to be “catching up on old times” with people they grew up with, went to high school with, served the army with, etc…

And it always seems so natural!

Just the other day my husband ran into a friend of his and they automatically starting chatting about this and that, what they’re up to, what they’re doing, about keeping in touch and then each of them casually went their separate way.

After they parted my husband said to me nonchalantly, “That’s funny. I haven’t seen him since second grade…”

I guess as someone who grew up in New York, I will never fully be able to comprehend this.

Because regardless of the millions of people that seemed to cross my path at any given moment, the one thing I could always count on was remaining completely anonymous.