Molly Fisch

I have a friend, called Molly Fisch.

I remember first meeting her, vividly. I disliked her on principle.  After living in the PNW, I had learnt to be wary of people who looked like her: skinny, white, 'qurirky femme' and leaning towards 'punk'.  And she probably biked.  I found out later that she did. And painfully awkward.

I met her because she was going to be my new boss-ish person for my internship.  I dislike change, and I was directing all of my apprehensions and frustrations at her.  About a week later, I decided to give her a chance, and honest chance. If she fucked up, then I'd play nice, nice enough to make sure my evals for my internship didn't hurt my overall transcript.

I'm really glad I gave her that chance.

Molly Fisch has turned out to be one of my most solid support people in this little town.

We both arrived in this little town at the same time (Sept '10)--me from FL and her from the Bay area. Despite our different upbringings, we bond over our social awkwardness, our love of pho, and the weirdness of the PNW.  But most of our conversations revolve around relationships--usually familial and romantic.

We regale each other with our latest relationship ish, and end up coming back to the topic of communication. I owe the majority of my latest communication growth to Molly Fisch. She says I give her inspiration to be more bold in new social situations. It's a good balance.

I think it was serendipitous that our paths crossed.  I love her. I hope she's in my life for many years to come.