Yes, I know. I do talk a lot about friends. I just think they are worth celebrating without occasion at all.
Today, I met up with one of my oldest friends. Once we’d done that necessary thing you do with old friends, which is to test both your ageing memories regarding the precise moment you became friends, we realised we’d known each other for at least 22 years. There is something so precious about that, having friends who knew us before we started telling ourselves stories about the kind of people we are. Sometimes, I think my dearest friends know me better than I know myself.
In phases of change, my old friends, like my original family, are my anchor and my still horizon.