A bunch of little girls met many many years ago when they were about 4 years old. They lived in a vey industrial urban town, just streets apart and they played together, not realising they would be friends forever.
School and college came and went and each of those friends spread their wings to go achieve the things they wanted to. Life took some abroad and some to the country, some setting out for those destinations and some not realising they would set up home there.
Through the 30 plus years, loved ones have been lost on the way and lots and lots of little loved ones have arrived. We don’t see each other every day but, when we do, it’s as if the distance didn’t happen. And that’s just what happened last weekend. The friend who now lives in sunny Sydney paid a flying visit to the not so sunny north west and so we had to have a reunion. There was a lot of good food, a lot of good talk and a heck of a lot of noise from all the kids, some of who couldn’t believe they were playing till midnight (“Is it really midnight?!”). Of course this completely threw bed time routine for days to come but it was worth the amazing catch up. We all made plans for our big girlie holiday and and dreamt of visiting Australia. It’s always really sad to say goodbye but that lasts as long as the next Whatsapp group message that then turns us all to our virtual meetings about 2 hours later to discuss the latest most important thing (like how to binge watch Stranger Things strategically around the kids).
So we’re not really distant at all. But a face to face can’t be beaten. And neither can chocolate fruit tarts.