Well, just believe the part that I am in dire need of my girl friends right now.
In 1992, I received a letter in the mail from a girl named Autumn. She was a fan of The Cure who had such a sharp sense of humor I knew that we had to be friends. This was back when pen paling was the best way to communicate with people.... you actually had to sit down and write a letter, put a stamp on it and mail it. Then I had to wait for Autumn to write me back. None of this emailing back and forth all day, every day kinda thing that we do now. My Marbles would be horrified to know that I actually had to wait days to get a response from Autumn.
But, here we are almost 20 years later and have built a friendship that has been unfazed by a five year separation because of my move to Florida. We have remained the closest of close friends and it's that type of friendship I miss so much when I am reeling from some event here in Florida.
A few years after
I met Autumn, my friend Raphie came into the picture. She, too, has been someone whose presence I miss on days when I need a laugh or some really good inyourface advice.
I talk to these two women everysingleday. Whether via email, text or facebook, we all know what the other has going on and many days I wish I could just run up to Michigan, have a quick lunch with them at Noodles & Co and then head home.
Living down in Florida has changed my life completely. Everything about my life is happier, healthier, consistent, normal...except my friends. You never realize how much you miss someone on a day-to-day basis until they're not there. Having that face-to-face contact with someone who knows your entire history is so refreshing. Being around Autumn and Raphie, I am exactly who I am. I feel like they actually help complete me as a person. They make me laugh harder than anyone I have ever met. The three of us have so many stories that we could spend weeks rehashing all the things we have gone through together.
Autumn has been on vacation for a week now in an area that doesn't get good reception and I haven't talked to her every day like I normally do. Those brief conversations we have had this week have been like a whirlwind of words coming like lightning out of our mouths. I don't even know if either of us really hear what the other is saying because the chatter has been so quick. I think she might have said she is having a good time and Evan ate sand. But, the last part could have been "there is a van stuck in sand" or "Is there a Taco Bell near Elkland?" But, regardless she needs to get her ass home because not talking to her on a regular basis has been bullshit. And, Raphie better not ever consider going on vacation the same time Autumn does EVER!
The point of this post? I've had some major issues going on recently that I could really use the humor and compassion of my two girl friends. I need to say something in all seriousness and get a witty response that makes what I just said totally meaningless. And then I need to be able to look at their faces as we all laugh about it together. Then at the end of our discussion, I need hugs. Good hugs! Two-arms wrapping around each other, squeezing tightly and hanging on for a little longer than necessary because we can....and if we cry a little bit during those hugs that's ok too. I need to be able to talk to them and not have to preface anything I say with a back story because they already know the back story. They lived it with me. They saw it...clear as day... sometimes in 3-D like with a shoe flying at their head!!!
I am hoping next week when my routine gets back to normal and Autumn is home that things will feel better. My inbox will be full of emails between Autumn and Raphie that I have been cc'd on but never answered because they had the conversations early in the mornings while they're at work and I'm sleeping. Then I'll get the on-the-way-home-from-work phone call from Autumn when I'm on my way TO work to ask me if I saw the emails she sent and then give me shit for not responding. It's the little things, People. The little things I miss so much.
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