a reminder of friends.

March 23, 2009

I’m sort of a loner.

I’ve lived by myself for the past umpteen years and I like it that way.  I like my own space and working on my own schedule (in my pjs if I want to) which I guess is hard to believe because I’m a people person, too.  Just not a people-in-my-space sort of person.

So, here I admit it:  I was a little nervous about Robin coming.  I live in a studio apartment.  That’s one room, folks.  Even the bathroom is so small that I leave the door open because claustrophobia takes over if I get all closed up in that tiny space.

Now, you take that small space and put two people in it and things can get a little iffy.  But the truth is, that week with Robin here was quite possibly my favorite week of the past two years.

We went out to eat every single night and I went to soccer games and finally hiked the Nevado.  We sat in our pajamas and laughed for no reason at all and we talked about how life isn’t the way that we planned it, but that maybe that makes it better.  We caught up on fifteen years gone by and promised that we’d catch up again before another fifteen are gone. And I’m looking forward to that.

But in the meantime I’ve got some pictures.  Pictures of two little girls that are on their way to all grown up.  Pictures of two friends that have seen more of the world than most people see in a lifetime.  Pictures of long, red curls and blonde ponytails and two pairs of saphire eyes.  Pictures that remind me that years don’t matter at all in the company of friends.

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