Today I met with Nath, one of my friends from Rice University who I had last seen more than six or seven years ago. We ate lunch at Empire Cafe and talked about a lot: the death of friends, moving to new places, and work. It’s funny how we both have changed a lot in superficial ways—we have good careers, feel older and grayer, and talk about the past like old people do—but not so much in ways that matter. Nath still has the good personality I remember him having in university and is still super-smart and emotionally intelligent.
It’s nice that even after all these years he and I were able to sit down and have a chat exactly like we always had at Rice. As much as I talk about how horrible a school Rice was for me I can’t ignore that many of my wonderful relationships came from Rice. I’m so thankful for that.