So, my stalking of Megan began. She would be my friend, oh yes, she would. I emailed her to tell her all of these scary thoughts of mine and gave her a link to my myspace page (because that's all I had at the time) so she could see that I was not, in fact, a big, hairy man trying to seduce her under suspicious circumstances. When I read her reply email, I instantly died, entered a weird fourth dimension where these kind of things happen all the time and then came back to life. She told me that when she looked at my myspace pictures, she recognized the picture of my cat. I mean who could forget a cat with a name like Richard Parker anyway? SHE WAS MY DOWNSTAIRS NEIGHBOR AT ARBOR STATION!
For those of you who don't know, Arbor Station was the apartment complex Jeremy and I had lived in during hurricane Katrina. They were COMPLETELY destroyed. See picture for proof of this. I instantly remembered the couple that had lived under us. The young lawyer and his wife and new baby. I even remembered their cat, Edie. They were about the same age as us, and we had always meant to invite them up for dinner or drinks...and then...
And then everything changed in a day for all of us. We all lost our homes and were scattered like the wind that had compelled the ocean to rise and claim all of our possessions and some of our lives.
I had often wondered about that couple and then three years later, I found her through a blog, a blog of a person who lives nowhere near me, and knows nothing about our story of the storm. Coincidence? I don't think so.
Megan is a very busy girl with two small boys to tend to, but to top it all off, she is also a super blogger and I'm going to pick her brain at the park in two days. If we can manage to have a real conversation with the chi'ren running around.
Lesson: Stalking isn't always so bad, as long as you're nice and don't possess a criminal record or a hairy back. Mmmkay?