A Friend Too Far

From 1999 to 2004, I enjoyed a close friendship with a Dutchman from Amsterdam. He and I had connected online and discovered that we had many mutual interests, strong enough that he agreed to fly over here for a visit. Trusting our instincts, we decided the first visit should be for two weeks. When those two weeks flew by, we decided his next visit should be extended to three weeks. Eventually he was coming over for 90 days, the maximum time he could visit on a visa waiver. I also made five trips to the Netherlands during that period of time and saw Europe as I had never seen it before, as a non-tourist who went to the grocery store as well as visited the sites of the Netherlands plus one trip down into Belgium. When he visited here, I began to hook him up to play golf with my friend and boss who owned a tutoring agency. I worked at that agency as a tester, going into homes and doing assessment tests to determine what help students needed. My boss was an avid golfer as was my Dutch friend. As for me, I had played some golf but always got more excited about finding balls than scoring low. Besides setting him up for golfing, I also took him to visit Florida sites, and we even took one trip to the mountains of North Carolina. As we became better friends, I began to notice that three or four days before his departure for Amsterdam, he would seem depressed. It was certainly not strange as we always enjoyed each other’s company a great deal and dreaded the separation. What was strange was his diagnosis of the separation we would endure until the next visit which he called “pre-partum depression.” Eventually though the distance required to be together proved to be too far, and we agreed to go our separate ways


About bobosbest

I am an 80-year-old retired English teacher whose writing goals are fulfilled by publishing these blogs. I have a wonderful married partner, Dimitris Tsitsiras, who is from Greece. Life is good and still an adventure.
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