We had Amber stay over one night last week. It was nice. I love when friends stay over. And there was a moment when we were all standing in the hallway before bed, a couple of us waiting to brush out teeth, and we were still chatting. And Amber told us a story about our mutual friend Tim which involved him taking a rain poncho instead of a tent on a camping trip in high school and ended with him wrapped in around a pole all night in a little ball. After a good chuckle at his expense, she commented how good it was to know people over the years –to know people when they were younger.
I suppose that’s the main thing I am missing here in Australia. I’ve been here 5 ½ years now. Can’t believe it. And I feel like I’m just now getting to the stage where I have good friends. Where I’ve spent enough time with people where we can skip all those up front niceties and get to the good stuff.
But there’s nothing like an old friend. And I’m very lucky to have the ones I do, as far away as they are.
Later in the week, we saw Tim and after a bit of protests about how good of an idea it could have been (“no need to carry a tent!”) he came out with this gem of a quote:
“It’s difficult to make old friends.”
Isn’t that lovely?
