“A journey is best measured in friends rather than miles” Tim Cahill

I decided to throw caution in the wind and go on a trip in order to visit someone with whom I had only exchanged email. Part of me cursed myself for foolishly disregarding my personal safety and entrusting some stranger. I completely rearranged my schedule in order to spend my last weekend before the new semester away from home. I had no idea what the guy looked like or what his living situation was like. The other part of me just allowed myself to go with my gut feeling. So far, my gut feeling has been correct. The man is a perfect gentleman and lives in an place that exceeds my own accomodations. He is charming and witty in a way that could never adequately express itself in words on a screen. (Er, except in a well written, terribly witty blog….)

Trust is so fragile and easily lost. I know we all lose some capacity to trust as an artifact of living life. We have met with disappointment and know we will meet with disappointment many more times. But living in the fear of disappointment is not living. I could have taken the safe road and stayed at home. I might have cleaned my apartment a little more thoroughly, but I would have lost the opportunity to cement the bonds of a new friendship. Sometimes in my rush to protect myself from hurt, I never expose myself to the joys of love and friendship. Life is a risk, sometimes you must act.

On the other hand, if this is my last blog entry ever, then you know not to go meet up with strangers in strange cities.