Old Friends

This year, my second in Melbourne, has brought about many fortuitous re ignitions of old friendships. Friends who I once knew who've been living another life overseas and have popped past to see me lately. Tonight I caught up with my best friend from high school, seven years since I saw her last. We've kept in contact but we live very different lives so tonight I was quite nervous about our meeting.

I'm not going to say it was a breezy reunion, it wasn't but, it was lovely. The truth is that she challenges me, she has differing opinions of our country and our culture and a very different experience of the world since we left school. So much so that sometimes I feel inadequate. However we share a history, an understanding, as wanky as it sounds. She, to me, is the side of me that other people find hard to understand or like, and I love her.

I remember when she left Adelaide, we were in year 11 and she decided to move out and to Sydney, I said goodbye to her at the bus station and I cried when I got home. Tonight, when I ran through the catch up details with Nick, I cried again. I can't explain it, as she's never seen this side of me, but I really fucking miss her.