My childhood best friend used to live less than five minutes away from me. We were with each other almost every day. Whether we went to the mall, swimming, or even just to her grandmother's backyard for a barbecue, we were always spending time together.

We were always finding ways to annoy one another. Her family became my family. However, in middle school, she and her family moved roughly 1,200 miles away to her current home in Florida.

I remember being absolutely devastated when I found out she was leaving. Even after she left, I wasn't quite sure what to do with myself. This girl was the only person who understood me with all my craziness.

Keeping up a long distance friendship wasn't easy at our age. There were a few times she'd visit, but our time together always felt cut short. Cell phones and social media helped us keep up with each other's lives, but it wasn't the same as the five-minute car ride.

There were times where it felt like our friendship could never be the way it once was, but somehow, we always find our way back to each other.

We always seem to pick back up right where we left off. My high school graduation was one of those times. As always, she had to be the one supporting me. So, she came and visited me for a week.

This past week was another one of those times. I got to visit her. We got to bust our butts trying to fit a month's worth of things to do into seven days. She introduced me to some of her crazy friends and roped me right back into being part of her family. We picked up right where we left off a year ago, and leaving was even harder than it's been in the past.

Long distance friendships aren't meant to be easy. They're nowhere near perfect, but they're nowhere near impossible, either.