a visit back to childhood

FAVOURITES OF THE TRIP

song: let her dance - bobby fuller four
movie: breakfast at tiffanys
night: tuesday
day: sunday
drink: watermelon bubble tea
food: super fake pancakes
place: georgetown
activity: hair dying
show: arrested development
conversation: music/movies/life with emily and danny
hug: molly's hello
moment: at panera, listening to my old, dear friends laugh

Old Friends

They say old friends are the best friends. 

"Why?" I would argue. "Why are old friends the best? It seems kind of mean to your new friends to say 'well I like you, but you're not an old friend, so you can't be the best." 

I never understood that saying. Until now.

One of my best friends from Virginia just came up for a long weekend. We had kept in contact over the years, but it had been a while since I referred to her as a best friend. Naturally I was excited for her to come up and I anticipated making a memory or two. I was also a tiny bit apprehensive as to how the trip would go because a) it was a decently long trip and b) I hadn't spent real time with her in over 8 years, but I was confident we would be able to make it through the visit swimmingly. 

My mom and I picked her up from the train station late Thursday afternoon and immediately we clicked the same way we did so many years ago. "Wow," I thought, "this will be easy!" It was. We walked down memory lane, we made many more memories, we laughed, we talked, we listened to music, we watched movies. She met "my people" and every single person I introduced her to loved her. every. single. one. I'm always sad when visits end and friends from far away go home, but I'm usually ready to get back into the swing of life. I wasn't ready today when I watched Molly walk back into the train station to go home. 

Friends are funny things. Sometimes you enjoy them, sometime they annoy the heck out of you, but you always love your true friends. All friends are great, but old friends are the best.