Selfishly, I'd like to take all of my best friends and move them into our apartment building. In that world, we'd all follow our vocational passions here in the city, meeting for lunch every day and having group dinners once a week. We'd all stay in our early twenties. We'd all share clothes and books and music.
But as we find our own paths in different parts of the country, I'm (slowly) accepting that separation isn't always worse. Separation allows for growth. Separation allows us a fuller appreciation for togetherness.
And I am so appreciative of my time with an old friend this weekend.
