I saw her again in Berlin in 2012, at a conference for Fulbright grantees across Europe. We established contact on social media, but I really figured I'd never see her again.
Fast-forward to this weekend. I headed up to Boston to spend the day with some friends from my new church. The group had an e-mail thread going over the past week to arrange our plans. I didn't even notice it until she sent a message to the group, but there it was on my computer screen: Anya's name. As it turns out, the couple that invited me to Boston splits their Sundays between my church and another church in Boston, where Anya and her husband attend, so we were all invited to the weekend's events.
|Anya and I in Boston. Photo by Erik Roberts.|
I am beyond delighted that Anya has shown back up in my life. She's doing her Ph.D. in bioengineering, and I have immense respect for the girl. Her brain is incredible, and she's a lovely person too. Her reappearance in my story could be interpreted as evidence for how small academia is, or how small the Lutheran church is (with that much in common, we were bound to have some mutual friends), but I prefer to see it as evidence for how beautifully poetic life can be.
I have stated multiple times on this blog that it is the people I meet who give my mobile lifestyle meaning, and I reiterate that mantra here. From Göttingen to Berlin to Boston, I am thrilled to be reconnected with such a wonderful human.