I’m really into taking blog post suggestions from friends lately.

A few days ago, I made a Facebook post that was a play on a quote a friend delivered – she claimed that she knew everything that there was to know about me.  Of course I noted that this wasn’t true (I’d argue that this statement isn’t true for a single soul in the world – there’s no way that another person can know everything there is to know about another) and I then began to think…who DOES know everything about me? No one. No one at all.

BUT! I was trying to think of who even comes close, and of course Kristin is one of the people that crossed my mind.  When you spend as much time as spend together, it’s tough to not learn a lot of the intricacies about the other.

I thought back to one thing that I told her weeks back, after the made a pretty surprising revelation to me as well.  I don’t know if she’ll like that I’m posting it here, but it was really one of the more interesting facts I could even think of.  She told me about how she kept a train ticket that we had used in Boston in her purse because it reminded me of how great a trip it was (the trip took place about a week before her accident, and we haven’t really seen each other tooooo much since).   It took me to something that I didn’t even realize I did, but it was similar.

When we were in Boston, Kristin and I tried our best to split our costs right down the middle as we usually do when we travel.  We had gone out to dinner earlier that night and I paid, and we had to purchase a ticket for the T later that day, so she offered to pay for those.  In fact, I distinctly remember her not even offering – she just did it.  Obviously, I was thankful – that kind of act between the two of us really isn’t too uncommon anymore.  A few hours later, or maybe even the next day it was, I go scouring through my pants and jackets to try and find the ticket that Kristin purchased for me. Lost. Stupid. Me.

I was kind of afraid to tell her, but after some time I kind of had to fess up.  She wasn’t too mad about it (I know I would have been! That’s like 15 bucks just LOST!)  but we’d have to take time to make the journey and get another.  That second ticket I ended up paying for myself, I’ve kept in my wallet since that Boston trip which was almost two months ago, now. Why? Because the patience she showed me was admirable.  I know I, personally, would have been a little more ticked off than she was if the roles were reversed.

Keeping that ticket in my wallet, and remembering the patience that she had, reminds me everyday to be patient with the present situation we’re dealing with. There’s a lot more to it than that but for sake of brevity, but I’ll let you make the rest of that connection.

At times it can make my wallet a bit less slim, but it’s really of little important to me now.  Everytime I open my wallet that’s just one of the artifacts I see that aren’t high in utility but are astronomically valuable when it comes to memories.  Kind of like the super-stretched out hairtie that I wear on my wrist – partially because it’s orange but mostly because it’s a constant reminder…