Old friends are just the best. It’s so easy to pick up where we left off, jump into conversation, and not have to do all the ‘getting to know you’ kind of talk. Especially when they’re really old friends-I’m talking nearly 30 years of friendship.
Old friends don’t judge. They take you for who and what you are, and know it has all come about from who and where you’ve been. In my mind’s eye, we haven’t changed that much. I don’t need a recent photo-we are still those girls in 1983 going off to college in our VW Things, ready to take on the books, the beach, and the boys-and not always in that order!
So when I met up with my old friend this week, we just picked right up where we left off. We looked into each other’s eyes and remembered living together, arguing with each other, and trying to understand how a Physics major and English major could possibly communicate with each other. We laughed about our adventures, and prayed that our own children won’t repeat our stupidity. We remembered the tears, the break ups, and the meals we shared as we ventured out into adulthood together.
But mostly I smiled, and laughed, and felt a deep sense of connection to my old friend, my confidant, my history keeper. And while our road trips together have been on hiatus for awhile, we know that one day we’ll jump into a convertible, put the top down, and cruise down to Baja just like the old days.
Old friends. They’re just the best, aren’t they?