When I saw a girl at the Comfort Inn & Suites in South San Francisco who was a dead-ringer for one of my college friends, Bridget, I thought it was just a coincidence. But everywhere I go, I find people who are eerily similar to other people I know from the east coast, either in looks or personality.
Usually something is off, like the face is right on but they have a different voice. A Taiwanese student resembles me of a Latina classmate from college, or the Russian public safety officer reminds me of the Albanian one from Rosemont.
As a matter of fact, many of the folks from back home who I'm finding west-coast-counterparts for, are from my Rosemont College community. Our design department chair could very well be my undergrad art history professor with a blonde curly wig. The studio manager looks and talks like my admissions counselor from four years back. Maybe it's a signal from my subconscious that I'm starting to miss my "old life" as an undergrad.
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