This morning I was talking to a friend who a few years ago moved from DC to San Fran. In our early 20's we were attached at the hip. I taught her how to grocery shop, she taught me how to wear black eyeliner. I taught her how to prepare her lunch for work, she convinced me to get rid of the midwestern poof in my hair. We both worked a second job together, laughed together, cried together, and abused our credit cards together. Then we just sort of lost touch. Needed a break. Moved on.
And once every month or so when we email it is like no time has passed. She still is my go-to for makeup. I still try to convince her to embrace her inner domestic goddess. We're still us, just a little more grown-up.