11/30/11

Reunited.

This past weekend, after the seven hour drive up from DC, we made our way up to Hartford for dinner with Rachel and her boyfriend.

If you've been around this blog for more than a few months, you've heard of Rachel. She's my oldest friend. The one who's known me since before either of us could talk. The one who I wrote poems with all through fifth grade, when we were the only two in the class. Poems about twins, because that's what we wanted to be. And I think we may have started to believe that we were twins, because we wrote so many poems and tried to convince so many people. In sixth grade she went through a growth spurt (growing a full four inches taller than me), and people were harder to convince.

When college came around and, for the first time, we didn't see each other every day, I missed her. Like one can only miss friends that one has never had the misfortune of living without.

Then her family moved to Montana. She moved shortly after. And that's when I started to hate Montana, with all of its bigness and wide open spaces and mountains and ski slopes. Because I wish she lived next door. Because I need more conversation than a weekly phone call can provide.

So when we do get to see each other, we're very happy. We talk the way we always have. She gets my jokes. I still laugh at the ones she's told over and over. We watch movies and bake horrible things that no one will ever eat.

If I did have a twin, I'd want her to be something like Rachel.

2 comments:

  1. Awww this is such a sweet post! I think all girls have one friend which they think of as a twin :)

    xoxo
    Jenna
    ps every time I come to your blog I always end up buying several of the songs that play on iTunes - your play list is SO good!

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