A few weeks ago, I mentioned in a meme that I was completing that one of the great things about blogging is the people that you meet.
So many bloggers have become friends as a result of this wonderful blogosphere (yeah, yeah, stop cringing at my use of an overexposed, cliched catchphrase) and you read about these meetings rather regularly.
For example, last November, Katie and I met Dave for a Depeche Mode concert.
There are many others. But these are just off the top of my head.
I'm hoping to meet some more of the people whose blogs I frequent sometime in the near future as well. There are several that I know Katie and I would have a good time with.
What I'm trying to say is that we, as bloggers, become part of a community. If you are genuine in your caring of these other people, they care about you as well. It may sound sappy, but I've met a really great group of people and I meet more of them every day.
We're a bit like a family that rarely ever physically sees each other. So, you make up for it by taking care of each other in different ways. You comment on their blogs, you e-mail each other, etc.
But, one of the bloggers who reads my site really went the extra mile for me recently.
Remember my post about loving black licorice a couple weeks ago? Well, my currently Roma-bound blogger pal, Kilax, who is also a black licorice fan, offered to send me some true Italian licorice. Just out of the clear blue. I didn't prompt it in any way, shape, or form.
There was no way I was going to let her fork over cash to send a package of food overseas to me. But she insisted and, today, I get a call at work from Katie.
Katie - "So I'm upstairs getting ready for work when the doorbell rings."
Me - "Okay."
"It was the mailman and he had a package. I thought there was no way my replacement PajamaGram could possibly be here."
(note: I had purchased Katie a PajamaGram for Valentine's Day, but bought the wrong size, so we're currently awaiting an exchange from them).
Me - "What was it?"
Katie - "Well, it was a pretty beat up box with some other language on it that I didn't understand."
"Inside was a bunch of candy. It looks like a lot of black licorice along with some chocolate and lemon cookies and pasta."
Me - "KIM!"
Katie - "There was also a note inside. Hold on, I'll read it for you..."
"Dear Kevin & Katie -
I hope you enjoy these treats! Watch out - the black licorice is a bit... strong.
I threw in my favorite kind of cookie here - hope you like lemon. I also added some funny 'Italian architecture' pasta - I expect you to name all the shapes to me!
Kim Ilax --> Kilax"
To Kim, I know you said I don't owe you anything, but I will find some way to repay you for this. I don't take this kind of generosity for granted. Believe you me.
Maybe when you hop back to our side of the pond and finalize your move in with Steven here in the 'burbs, the four of us can go out for dinner or whatnot. Oh, and it won't be Italian food as I'm sure nothing you can possibly eat here will ever compare to what you're eating now.
How's that sound?