Last November, my dear friend Anna departed Chicago for a year in Taiwan, teaching English to youngsters. She returned yesterday.
This past summer, another dear friend, Carly (who was at one time roommates with Anna) departed Chicago when her company moved her to Connecticut. She also returned yesterday, for her first visit since the move.
When I learned that their flights would be arriving within a short time of each other, I quipped on Facebook that it would be cool if they ran into each other, and Carly replied that it would be "quite Love Actually." I had to agree.
Well, guess what.
Carly's plane was late; Anna's plane was early. And not only did they run into each other, but their respective flights were directed to the same baggage claim area.
When I hear stories like that, I have to agree with Prime Minister Hugh Grant: Love actually is all around.
