Email makes the world a smaller place

I first arrived in Japan something over twenty years ago. Bright eyed and bushy tailed I transferred to the Japan branch of my London based company, not knowing in any shape or form what was to come. The life of an expat can be curious, your friends come and go in a matter of months and the face to face, beer to beer, relationships can be a short term matter and sometimes you begin to prefer not to make friends than make them and lose them again.

And then someone sends you a message. Someone you met over twenty years ago. Just a short note to say thank you for something I did, something I said, all that time ago. And it makes you sit and think that the friends you made, how important they are, that they never really left. They're just somewhere else. And what does an ocean and half a continent mean at the end of it, your friends are still your friends. And an email can make the world a very small place. And I'm grateful for the friends I have wherever they may be.