Friday, February 4, 2011

Meeting the Eye

...of the King and Eye.  

In November of 2009 I started Mommy To Two Boys.  I met a brilliant Irish mom of a child on the Autism Spectrum who began her blog 2 weeks earlier (also known as a fortnight in Ireland).  We soon found we had a lot in common and became very good friends.  We shared stories, frustrations, and celebrations, and she helped me do anything that related to technology.

Jen came state side this week, and a large ice and snow storm came on the very day we were set to meet.  I wrestled with what to do all day.  Would the trains to NYC be cancelled or extremely delayed? Would I get stuck in New York and have to sleep on a cot in her hotel room?  Would I be able to drive home from the train station if I did make it home?  Would I really want to walk through New York with sleet and freezing rain coming down?

When I asked my husband for advice he said, "Well...I don't usually set blind dates with women from other countries who I meet on the Internet." Jerk.  But really, he was supportive, helping me dig my car out very quickly when I decided to hop on a train 30 minutes earlier than planned just in case.

I DID meet Jen and her "mum" in Times Square, New York because the weather cooperated, which I took as a sign.  We ate dinner together and then had coffee and tea at Starbucks.  It was surreal.  Someone I thought I would probably never meet was sitting across from me.  We both agreed that there were no surprises, we met exactly who we thought we would meet.  Which says a lot about our online personas; they match who we truly are.

 


As I rode home I felt sad, and still feel sad now while writing this.  We barely touched the surface.  There was so much I wanted to ask and discuss and we had only 3 hours.

I can't wait till Jen comes state side again.

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PS: For Blog Gems fans (a blog hop Jen hosts) her mum actually used the word "fortnight" in conversation.  I busted out laughing right in the poor woman's face.