I want to accompany you on a trip to the grocery store. I want to witness the delight on your kids’ faces as they run to you for a hug when you pick them up from school. I yearn to share moments in your kitchen, cooking together at your stove. I want to sit in your cozy living room, sipping tea while we chat, and as I step out of your front door, I want to take in the view that greets you every day. I want to see your workplace and what decorates your desk. I even want to know what your spring coat looks like! Because I crave to immerse myself in your daily life, so I can hold onto these memories for our next conversation. I need images in my mind and a sense of your routine, because I truly miss you, my dear friend.
It’s often said that making friends as adults can be challenging, yet I’ve been fortunate. Living in a close-knit community near Cleveland, I’ve connected with so many wonderful women. If I were to count, I’d find at least a dozen friends I can rely on for anything. These friendships are invaluable, and I cherish the opportunity to see them frequently.
However, there are also those friends I’ve left behind—my school friends. These bonds were forged in a different time, shaped by countless hours spent together, often doing seemingly nothing. We shared endless hours in high school, participated in sports and clubs, and had countless sleepovers filled with laughter and late-night talks, never feeling like we could run out of things to say.
Then came the years spent with my college friends, who became my family away from home. They are the ones in all my cherished photos, where even the simplest moments felt like grand adventures, whether we were sharing pizza or enjoying a few drinks together. I also remember my law school roommates, with whom I shared hours of cooking, studying, and laughter—the last group of friends before I married my love.
Now, however, I find myself with far too little time with these treasured friends. They’re spread out along the East Coast after I relocated to Cleveland. I make the trip east when I can, visiting cities like Boston, New York, and DC. While our sightseeing and dining adventures are enjoyable, it’s the small glimpses into everyday life that I treasure most.
I love seeing how a college friend has blossomed into a nurturing mother, tenderly buckling her baby into a car seat. I cherish picking up a friend’s kids from school, exchanging smiles as they navigate the bustling subway crowd. I want to remember the warmth of your home, where you now spend your time, so I can carry that image with me. I long for the little stories that don’t make it to a phone call or a social media update but come alive in our face-to-face chats.
I regret missing milestone moments like 40th birthdays, new babies, and girls’ nights, but more than anything, I lament missing out on your everyday life. So when I visit, please share it all with me; don’t stress about “entertaining” me. Show me the real you, the small, familiar details that keep you close, even when miles apart. For more insights on navigating relationships and life changes, check out our posts on topics like home insemination here.
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In summary, friendships evolve, especially when distance separates us, but the everyday moments and memories we create are what keep us close. So here’s to embracing the ordinary and keeping our connections strong, no matter where life takes us.