Have you ever been somewhere really, really far away from home, possibly in another country and run into someone who is from your hometown? It has happened to me at least 3 times! We New Jerseyans need a break from the tri-state area sometimes.
A friend of mine here in Paris is from a small Caribbean island. While at a house party we all asked him if he had spoken with one woman who was also from his island. He told us he had for about two minutes. We looked at him in confusion. He told us he had enough friends from home and doesn’t need any more of them. I asked him why he wasn’t excited to talk to someone that he could relate to and reminisce about home with. He said he did not come all the way to Paris to hang out with people from back home.
I am the opposite. When I meet people from my hometown or home state, I feel an instant connection and we wind up chatting most of the night! The last time I met someone from my hometown was in a club in Paris. As it turns out, we could walk to each other’s houses back home!
I believe it is a small world afterall and I celebrate that.
How do you feel about meeting “neighbors” while far away from home?