About Us

Darryn found me on his doorstep one evening after getting a haircut.  I was waiting for his roommate to answer the door when he walked up and asked me who I was.  The connection was like recognizing a lost memory, like finding family.  For many years, in fact, people who saw us together would often ask us if we were siblings.  It was like that, as though we had been born together and had endured a strange but forgettable time of being apart.  That night I should have reminded him, "I'm the one." 

I had just moved back to South Carolina after a year of looking for adventure as an exchange student at the University of Maine in Orono, near Bangor.  I moved to Maine with one of those big, hairy mountain men in mind, or at least a good story in Stephen King country.  Orono gave me both and helped me find some of myself in the process.  When I moved back, Darryn was living at Three Rivers apartments near Columbia with a good friend from high school, who was enrolled with me in the same philosophy class at USC.  She invited me to a get together with some friends in Five Points and that's when Darryn and I met.      

Fifteen years later, I know Darryn was the person I had been waiting for on that doorstep.  He was the one I had always been waiting for.

                                                     --Jen 2007