Gold Coast #2: Christening
September 17, 2010 § Leave a comment
My best friend had a baby. A boy. We were 25, with 11 years of friendship behind us, and now, our lives veering in very different directions, we had a tenuous link to the childhood bond that had us crying and laughing in each other’s arms all the way through school. I remember going to his christening here. The new phase in a woman’s life. She has become a life support system and the old playgrounds now wait for the wanderlust and boredom of her progeny. I walked out of the church and still felt the same. 15 or 25, I still stalk warm afternoons with not much to do but hope for new adventure and magic around every corner, juvenile and unaccountable.