Dear Simon

Dear Simon:

We got invited to go play billiards tonight; and understandably I had to decline the invitation.  Well, in all truthfulness, we didn’t get specifically invited so much as a friend of mine put a feeler out for joiners on his Facebook page.  He and his boyfriend are going, and with the four of us being in three separate countries I ended up taking a pass on the event.

It really did get me thinking and if you can believe it that’s a good thing in this instance.  All during our Christmas holiday together we had scores of people just marveling at the life we lead: all the travel and our jobs are so exciting, etc., etc.,   To a large degree, we know they’re right: we get to travel the world at the drop of a hat.  We’ve seen more in our careers first hand than some people watch unfold on the television.  The work we’ve done separately (but together) has saved and changed lives – your work more so than mine..  But we kept the truth to ourselves for the entire trip.  We didn’t blurt it out at a single Christmas party we’d gone to, did we?  Our lives are an existence that, without a doubt, I wouldn’t change for anything.  It’s a “glamorous” existence that comes at a cost and over time that becomes harder and harder to pay when the bill comes due.  It’s a lonely existence, where it’s hard to put down roots, make close friends and achieve some sense of balance and serenity, isn’t it?  I would kill to be able to sleep in the same house night after night.  Some people might think a night of shooting pool as a boring outing; I know you would have jumped at it faster than I would.

Our experience over the holidays really pointed us in the right direction.  Get jobs with a lot less travel.  Settle down.  Start looking for those things we feel are missing.  My spending four days wondering if you were even alive in Haiti just underlined that even more.  I’m sure it’s a thought that went through your head while you were recuperating:  we’re too old for this shit.  It’s time to get out of the game before we’re asked to leave – or we’re thrown out entirely.  Time to settle down and leave the globe-hopping to those that think it’s all flash and fun.  Our retiring to a reasonably sedate existence is what we’re meant to do.  We need to do this.

Odd how a one-line post on Facebook can get my mind to wandering isn’t it?  I’m already wondering if my pool table at home has to be balanced before it can be used J

I love you – hurry home,

Daniel

This was an email I sent to Simon’s phone.  His reply?  ”Amen, baby.  Amen”

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