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My best friend's birthday is next weekend and it doesn't hit me too hard usually, what with the dull thud of real life pouding in my ears, but I really, really fucking miss her.
She's two timezones, three provinces, one day and 12 hours of none stop driving, a 33+ day walk and a week long mail wait away. She lives in Three Hills (don't bother looking for it, it's pretty hard to find) which is in Alberta, which is a lovely place, if you're visiting the stampede with your family, but not such a nice place when your best friend is stuck there.
We met when I was five, at this branch of Girl Guides (or Scouts, if you're American) called Sparks. She was shy, I was shy, she was 6, I was 5 - so naturally we didn't exactly start bonding then. But by the time we were 8 we were quite inseperable, never mind that she was always a year older than me in school.
I think it's awfully fasinating, how much a friendship can mean to you. I haven't thought about it in awhile, Charlotte and I, not really. I'd like to hork over the money for a trip down to Calgary in November, but I'm not sure if I can do that.
I'm thinking about this, in particular today, because I really need to send her a present, but I'm not sure what yet, and that's my issue. I think a SOPIO deck, and maybe a picture frame, something really weird, some drawings and a stupid story about knights and swords and dinosaurs and us, because that's who we are.
We're picnics on scratchy grass and Halloween in small towns and getting lost in a suburb and Sonny's burgers and hugs and camping and talking on planes and putting up Robert Pattinson posters and broken tent poles.
I miss her. A lot. And that won't stop.
She's two timezones, three provinces, one day and 12 hours of none stop driving, a 33+ day walk and a week long mail wait away. She lives in Three Hills (don't bother looking for it, it's pretty hard to find) which is in Alberta, which is a lovely place, if you're visiting the stampede with your family, but not such a nice place when your best friend is stuck there.
We met when I was five, at this branch of Girl Guides (or Scouts, if you're American) called Sparks. She was shy, I was shy, she was 6, I was 5 - so naturally we didn't exactly start bonding then. But by the time we were 8 we were quite inseperable, never mind that she was always a year older than me in school.
I think it's awfully fasinating, how much a friendship can mean to you. I haven't thought about it in awhile, Charlotte and I, not really. I'd like to hork over the money for a trip down to Calgary in November, but I'm not sure if I can do that.
I'm thinking about this, in particular today, because I really need to send her a present, but I'm not sure what yet, and that's my issue. I think a SOPIO deck, and maybe a picture frame, something really weird, some drawings and a stupid story about knights and swords and dinosaurs and us, because that's who we are.
We're picnics on scratchy grass and Halloween in small towns and getting lost in a suburb and Sonny's burgers and hugs and camping and talking on planes and putting up Robert Pattinson posters and broken tent poles.
I miss her. A lot. And that won't stop.