The past couple of days have been a wonderful treat. I had the chance to see some dear friends of mine that all just happened to be in Vancouver this week. One, a family that is our nomadic doppelganger, another a friend that I've known for 14 years(!) since our time in Toronto and the last that is the wife of a classmate and that I've only really met a couple of times but is one of those people that I've ended up having an instant and lasting connection to.
And it has reminded me of the value of timeless friendship. The kind that exists within the spaces and cracks of lives filled to the brim with kids and jobs and commitments and intentions.
How wonderful it is to have people that you can meet up with after years of distance and disconnection and feel nothing but the distance between two coffee cups. How energizing it is to be able to talk about our lives with the same fluidity … though now discussions about childcare and toddler temperaments are woven in between and through updates on work and friends.
How truly amazing it is to be able to be your whole self – where you don't need to be any more or less than you actually are … or apologize for and rationalize any of the choices you're making.
Today I was reminded how lucky I am to have so many of these people in my life, whether from high school or Seattle. Mostly because it's nice to while away an hour in idle chatter, a break from the endless to-do lists and "milestones" that currently rule my life.
But also because, in a phase in my life where there is more than enough guilt to be doled out about the friendships I'm letting slip by or not nurturing, these friends remind me of what's most important: that the people that are meant to be in your life will always find a way to be.
And that makes me happy beyond words.