small frickin' world

I spent the better part of the first few months that I lived in Park Slope turning carefully at each corner, keeping my eyes pealed for some vision of my past, some vaguely familiar face. I've run into a small handful of people I know or have known, but the reality of this city is that you can walk down the same streets everyday and see different people there. No one you'd recognize. I figured I was safe from the awkward, I-knew-you-once confrontation.

This month three girls that I went to camp with and haven't seen in over 10 years moved into my building downstairs. Only slightly guiltily, I've avoided them like the plague.