In 2007, I moved halfway across the country (from Pennsylvania to Texas), looking for a fresh start. My partner, with who I was moving to be with, had grown up in the area. After a couple of visits to his favorite icehouse and a couple of beers later, his long-time friends immediately considered me one of them.
Before this, I’d just been a name to them. But now, we’d still, despite a few more moves, consider all of them still friends. And some of them would remember me before they would him. All because of a couple of beers.
