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Four years ago - just a few days before we left Germany - two friends (one of whom is currently in D.C.) took me out to lunch at one of those restaurants that serves several tiny and artfully plated dishes.
We had some sparkling wine to begin our lunch, and we toasted, "To new beginnings...and friends."
This toast is more true now than it was four years ago. I'm about to embark on another new beginning (and hopefully a much better one than I had here). And where I find my new beginning, I also find my friend who joined me in that toast four years ago. I'm not saying goodbye to her as I was then. Instead, she will be part of my new beginning.
We had some sparkling wine to begin our lunch, and we toasted, "To new beginnings...and friends."
This toast is more true now than it was four years ago. I'm about to embark on another new beginning (and hopefully a much better one than I had here). And where I find my new beginning, I also find my friend who joined me in that toast four years ago. I'm not saying goodbye to her as I was then. Instead, she will be part of my new beginning.