years in miles
July 25, 2015 § 2 Comments
I could measure my oldest friendship in miles. The long stretches of main street on a small town summer night; country roads that wound their way between our families’ homes; highways that highlight lost years after high school graduation; neighboring suburban sidewalks where we reconnected in motherhood, stealing school day mornings to fall into the familiar comfort of easy conversation and companionable silence.
She’s the person I couldn’t wait to tell my news and the one I cannot imagine leaving. Our monthly breakfasts are food for my soul, my own fountain of youth even as we near a shared milestone birthday. She’s the person who never asked the difficult questions and knows all the complicated truths; the quiet place I rest my worries and buoy myself in moments of doubt.
There are too many miles between our years to doubt the steadfast certainty of our friendship, but today I am sad for the measure of time between miles that mark a new stretch of space between us.
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Wow. Well written. The last line really hits you. I can relate. I moved to another country 2.5 years ago and the hardest part has been watching my friends move on without me. They’ve welcomed new people into what used to be “our” group of friends and we only get to exchange e-mails and see each other once a year. It’s tough. I encourage you to never lose touch with each other because once you start letting that space grow, it begins to grow at an exponential rate. Great post. Thanks for sharing.
There is a balance to maintaining old relationships while nurturing new experiences; it sounds like you have navigated the space between change well.