My best friend arrives tomorrow early morning. She will get in to the International airport at 6:30 a.m. from Bowdoinham, Maine. I have not seen her since her wedding in September of 2011. It has been far too long and we have much catching up to do.
Isn’t it funny how the years can slip by without one really noticing? I am looking forward to sipping on some hot tea, going on sea-filled walks and sharing everything we’ve missed in one another’s lives since we’ve been apart, and sitting or walking in comfortable silence as we are known to do as well.
She heads off to Brisbane after two days in Sydney, on a solo trip. I envision it as a strengthening trip, screaming her independence and strength as she arrives recently separated from her husband of almost three years. She will take some alone time to reclaim a part of herself that does not need a partner.
I will take my time with Josh, catching up, spending some none-routine time soaking in one another’s company with the luxury of time and no schedule.
We are still in the dead of winter here in Sydney, with cold cold nights with no heat indoors. The days aren’t so bad though…a little sunlight and you warm right up.
Why is life so busy the older you get, but the routines fill up so much space. So much space.
Granite House on the Hill 