I’ve written a lot in this blog about community, and finding commonalities with people through a shared experience, or a shared love of something. Usually I’m part of the group I’m writing about, and I’m excited to have found it in this new place. Whether it was sitting around in a backyard in Chicago with women who had shared the experience of Michfest, or finding a whole theater of people in San Francisco who loved The Last Unicorn, I’ve been giddy to find these people who understand something that I understand.
The other night I got to spend time with a community I’m definitively not part of; whose language I don’t speak, whose experiences I haven’t shared. A friend of a friend had reached her fourth year of sobriety, so my friend (the first friend in this sentence) was throwing her a party.
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