PENN-sieve

When I moved to Indiana, there was always the possibility that I would run into Jamey when I went somewhere in public. From my first day in E-ville, it was possible to see someone I knew. In Pennsylvania, this is not the case. For the first week I lived here every time I went downtown or to the grocery store, I would look for a familiar face in the crowd. It was weird to be somewhere where I didn't know a soul. I walked the streets in pure anonymity but even then it seemed that I would recognize a face in the crowd - the student coming out of the Science building sure looked like one of my CSUN RAs; the guy at Target looked like someone I took a class with. I am not sure if these people truly looked like the faces from the past or if my need to connect with another human was in overdrive but on my first day of work we went to the dining hall for lunch and the cafeteria worker asked me if she knew who I was because I looked vaguely familiar to her. I just laughed and told her I get that all the time - someone is always saying I look like someone they used to know, the lady that lived down the street, their best friend's older sister, etc. Today, my colleague Kadian (pronounced K-D-N; isn't that a cool name - apparently it is super common in the Bahamas), on our way back from lunch said, "I don't want to make you mad but you remind me so much of my old friend." I guess this is a good thing as long as they don't hate the person of whom I remind them.