My best friend lives 13 hours and eight minutes away from where I live. Or 857 miles away. Keeping in contact isn’t essentially that difficult to maintain, not with the technology available at your fingertips. But it doesn’t make it any easier thinking about the distance, worrying about keeping in touch with busy schedules.
Thank god for technology really. Seriously, before it was snail mail (which I am a big fan of really), and long distance phone calls and now I have many different ways of keeping in touch. Emails, Snapchats, Pinterest messaging or using Facebook. We talk nearly every day. Just quick little catch ups on what’s going on in our lives or what's new. The fact that we’re both probably watching something on Netflix and drinking tea or coffee. Or just ready for the day to be over so we could go back to bed.
The worry I felt about the distance and losing a friendship that meant so much to me has definitely eased with time. And it's only been a few months since she moved, but I know I’ll get to see her whenever she comes to visit because I will for sure be claiming her for at least a day to hang out and catch up or just chill. The only thing we’ll have to worry about is my mom demanding we bake the cookies that she loves.
It isn’t always easy having a long distance friendship, though. You miss the spontaneity of the friendship. The random messages asking to come over or let's get some food. Now it's hoping to catch them before they go to work or you head to class. Wondering when they are coming home for a visit or if you’ll be able to visit them soon. Wondering if we’re ever gonna have a day of baking and movies like before.
And then I just have to remember all the memories we have together. The summer of seemingly endless concerts where our love of music bonded us. Our girlish obsession over hot guys in bands(you know who I mean right Caitlyn?) Starbucks meet ups between classes and working on our English projects where she made a mask and I destroyed a book. Staying up till one in the morning makes cookies and cheesecakes, hoping to god this is the last batch we have to make. Hanging out in complete silence while the tv plays on and we mess around on our phones. Every once in awhile showing the other a picture or video we find funny.
It’s the memories that stop me from worrying too much about what might become of us. Looking back at what we’ve done reminds me that we still have so much we want to do. And that if we’ve made it this far we’ve got nothing to stop us, so why let a little distance stop us.
My best friend lives just 13 hours and 8 minutes away from me but the memories we have are with me always.
