My best friend lives in Seattle, WA which is about 3 hours (w/out traffic) away from me. We met in college over a combined love for swimming. After many hours and endless laps followed by dinner at Burger King (were we collected all the cool Disney cups) we were practically like sisters. People even started commenting on how much alike we were. Granted, all this was easy since we lived down the hall from each other and then roomed together. We did practically everything together. And this is the kind of relationship that when we see each other a couple of times a year it's like we've practically been living together all the time. We're always on the same page and there is never that uncomfortable period of "I haven't seen you in forever and I have no idea who you are anymore..." It's a one of a kind thing that can never be replaced but it is something that I dearly miss.
Now it's a different story. I'm older. I have a family of my own. I don't live in the kind of environment where it is convenient to just pop on down the hall and say "Hey wanna go for a swim..." You have to plan everything. And not only do you have to do that but you have to plan with other people. So there is my own crazy schedule to think of as well as that of people I might want to do stuff with. There are nap times to work around, and school schedules to work around, bible studies, laundry, errands and on and on... There is also the problem that everyone I know already has that "BFF". My best friend probably even has a "BFF".
All this to say, aside from my marriage and family (which is awesome btw.), I'm lonely. I miss having my best buddy down the hall. I miss the girl talk. I miss the person I can call up at any time and say "wanna take the kids to the park..." or where ever the mood (and weather) hits.
So how do you find that special relationship? Is it like a marriage where there is only 1? I guess it's time to start putting some energy into working on those "friend" relationships to find out... Think this one is a To Be Continued...
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