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A Letter to My Cherished Friends Far and Wide
Dear Friends,
First things first: I miss you all so much.
We’ve been in this friendship game for two decades—maybe even three. Even though we’ve scattered across various cities, there are still mornings when I wake up with an overwhelming sense of nostalgia that makes me ache for our old times together. It’s a longing that feels like a muscle that’s been pushed too hard (not that I’d know, given my complete lack of yoga experience). There are moments when the homesickness hits me like a ton of bricks, leaving me breathless.
Over the years, we’ve adjusted to the reality of our friendship—one that mainly exists through texts, emails, and the occasional phone call (which, let’s be honest, is as rare as finding a unicorn). Most days, I’ve come to terms with this new normal, but that doesn’t mean I don’t sometimes wish we could turn back the clock—wish we were closer, saw each other more often, or weren’t so bogged down by our busy lives. The truth is, I still miss you. I will always miss you.
I find myself nostalgic for those simpler times when hanging out meant just strolling down the hall or calling to say, “I’ve got wine and I’m on my way!” I miss our endless talks that sprawled out for hours, filled with comfortable silences and spontaneous shoe swaps. I miss our weekly rituals of catching up on 90210 and Party of Five, and later, our guilty pleasures like Ally McBeal.
I miss being completely authentic with you, sharing wild dreams unburdened by the realities of parenting and work. I miss the feeling of being home when we were together. But most importantly, I miss you.
While we’ve made new friends—neighbors, colleagues, and fellow parents who fill the gaps in our lives—those friendships can’t replace the deep-rooted connection we share. I appreciate those new relationships, but let’s be real: They aren’t you.
Life has been a whirlwind lately—days, weeks, and months slip away in a haze of soccer practices, work deadlines, and a seemingly endless stream of birthday parties. But when we finally do manage to carve out some time together, whether it’s a few hours on a Sunday or a long-overdue girls’ weekend, it feels like time stands still.
Even if we go stretches without an in-person chat, when I see you again, it’s like we’re back on that old couch from our college days. Sure, our conversations have shifted from wild nights out to updates about our kids and spouses, but the essence of our friendship remains.
Beneath all that nostalgia lies a solid foundation built on years of shared experiences. We can step back into those familiar spaces and fill them with laughter and love as if no time has passed at all.
Despite the differences that life has thrown our way—be it parenting styles or political views—it’s that shared history that keeps us connected. We gather when we can, which is never often enough, and we catch up on everything—families, jobs, and how our lives have taken such unexpected turns. We reminisce, laughing until we’re in stitches and nearly lose control, and we share the heavier moments in life with understanding and grace.
As our time together inevitably comes to an end, we hug, say “I love you,” and make plans for the next reunion. Then we slip back into our daily routines, juggling our families and local friends while still holding on to our connection.
Through it all, I carry the warmth of our friendship until the next time we can laugh together and pick up right where we left off.
Until then…
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In the meantime, take care, and let’s not let too much time pass before we reconnect!