It’s a small world - a very small world.
Oh. My. God.
From grade 4 to halfway through grade 7, I studied in an IS in the middle east. My first 2 years there, I met this girl, Corinth. We had the same birthdate, only she was younger by a year. We ‘clicked’ on pretty well as friends. We acted very similarly. Crazy, tomboy-ish, hyper and hung out with the same people. Going into grade 6, she moved to Vancouver, BC, Canada. I wasn’t devastated - I was still young and didn’t know what I had - but I was sad enough. I met other people though, like Camille, and Jill… I moved on with life though - I had 758437598034 friends (little exaggeration, maybe). People come and go, right?
A year and a half later, we immigrate to Calgary, AB, Canada. I didn’t really think of seeing her again. Canada is a huge country. In Calgary, I met a lot of people. There I met this guy (whom I find very annoying) Peter who moved 6 months later, and another guy, Jeremy, who I didn’t particularly mind. We were friends, but being the TCK I was, I didn’t get attached. Reason? I had a feeling we were moving again. I was right, of course. A year and a half after arriving in Calgary, I moved an 8 hours’ worth of driving north. Fort McMurray (aka McCrack LMAO). There, I meet Peter again. CRAZY, right? No, not yet. Corinth’s dad then gets a job here a few months later. Corinth, however, refused to move with her parents. She then stayed in Vancouver (DUH). She visited me over the summer though - insane, awesome times. September of this year, Jeremy then moves here. To my school too. Then, just two days ago, Corinth told me she’s decided to live here for 8 months so she can regroup and get her marks up again. She claims that it’s hard to do so in Vancouver, given she has 75840385903 friends there. Here, on the other hand, she only has me, a friend of mine that she met over the summer, and my sisters. Oh, and did I mention, another friend that I met in the middle east (Camille) is in Toronto and her dad has an interview coming up for a job here in my city. And so, she MIGHT move here too. If he gets the job.
It’s ridiculous how small the world is. Maybe the boundaries are the only ones making it seem big? Cause as far as I can tell, it’s only the boundaries preventing us (and maybe the money). I’m only fifteen, going on sixteen; if this is what it’s like NOW, what will it be like LATER? More old friends to meet, maybe? I sure am hoping so 
Born in the Philippines, then lived in Abu Dhabi, UAE for almost 4 years. Immigrated to Calgary, Canada (one of the most, if not THE most diverse city in Canada), but lives even farther north now (where it seems to be the opposite of Calgary).
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7 Comments to “It’s a small world - a very small world.”
December 1st, 2007 at 10:36 pm
Yup, incredibly small
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December 1st, 2007 at 10:55 pm
My current roomate is the cousin of someone I met in Kenya, who then came to Djibouti. I love small worlds.
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December 2nd, 2007 at 6:14 am
My best story (and I tell it every time):
I came to Zürich, and started German intensive courses. The only other English speaking person under 25 was a half Swiss, half English girl who was living in Malawi. She was there for a month, then went back to Malawi. Later on, her sister started university in Zürich. I met her by posting on a Facebook group that I really had met someone from the tiny, unknown country of Malawi, and she responded.
So I figured it’d be great to meet someone not only TCK, but that I sort of kind of knew. So I met her in Zürich while I was visiting my parents one break, and we were going over backgrounds… And she said that one of her teachers actually transferred to Indonesia. I asked who, and she said “Nah, there are probably lots of British schools.” I said NO… and it turns out her History teacher was my IB Coordinator.
That’s a small world.
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December 2nd, 2007 at 8:06 am
so check it out. i was single and liking it, but ready for a serious relationship. a friend of mine (from S.A.) who went to high school with me had just broken up with his girlfriend and was DEVASTATED! he had a reunion coming up (he was a year ahead of me) and wasn’t going to go because he was so depressed, i convinced him to go as it would at least be a laugh since we don’t see folks we went to high school with on the regular since they live all over.
skip 2 months ahead my friend is back in bots and we go for a drink. he is a changed man. why? he found someone at the reunion? what? yup! he and this norweigian chick (who had come all the way from norway to swaziland for the reunion) had hit it off and she was moving to S.A for a few months to see if it’d work out. so of course i say (kind of as a joke) so what guys were there! i want to find true love too!!
he starts listing, when he gets to this one guy, i go, “whoa! i remember him, he was cool, give me his number, i’d like to get back in touch” not as a romantic thing, this guy and i were friends in school and had lost touch over the ten years. anyway, my friend says “what a coincidence, when i told him you and i were still in touch he asked for your number!”
long story longer, i call the guy, who was in another country, we email a bunch, chat on the phone a bit and finally meet in SA (at the other friend’s house. we hit it off like crazy and…well three years later, he’s my fiance today. and we live in montreal!
p.s. my south african friend and the norweigian chick got married earlier this year. so there you go! small, small world!
p.p.s i have TONNES of small world stories!
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December 2nd, 2007 at 9:02 am
I had a bunch of small world stories coming from working at a Finnish language camp this summer. Like one of the women who came to family week with her daughter was the aunt of a friend of mine in Finland, and these twin girls that were campers were actually the cousins of my dearest friend in Finland!
The world really is small
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December 2nd, 2007 at 12:36 pm
My graduating class had 68 people in it. Out of that 68, 3 of us were bussed in from the Army base in Garmisch. It wasn’t that unusual that all three of us had Texas ties - Texas is a big army state. I went to the University of Texas at Austin, and my friends Tim and Becky went to the school in Georgetown, maybe 45 minutes away. Even though we’d known each other for four years on the other side of the Atlantic, I only saw them twice the whole seven years I lived in Austin. Now we all live in different states, and only keep in touch through myspace and facebook.
In my last year of college, and for the next three years after that, I worked at a little Thai restaurant not far from campus. While working there, I ran into two different people from my graduating class, neither of them with any army ties. One was an American who’d gone to school in Colorado, and the other was a British guy who was spending a year studying at UT.
The whole time I lived in Austin, my best friend from the second grade lived there, too. I never saw her. We only found out through myspace, after I moved to Chicago.
Right before I moved, another girl from my graduating class moved to Austin, too. We spoke on the phone, but never met up in person.
The list goes on.
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December 28th, 2007 at 6:39 am
Running into a friend from Shanghai in Seoul, Korea was one of the weirdest experiences I’ve ever had…
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