Sometimes I have to remind myself gently that we both are on completely different continents. I still cannot believe that my dearest friend is fulfilling one of her deepest desires. Each time I get an email from her I am astounded at how much joy one can receive from the architecture of a building or a foreign accent. And yet, that is what I love about Lindsay. She has the ability to take something simple, something mundane and make it into a daily dosage of nothing less than extravagant. I miss her tremendously and while this has been a trying experience for the both of us, I would have it no other way. I love that friendship is a journey. It is this beautiful combination of two people constantly growing and changing. To think where life has brought us both in the last few years. And although we have gotten very good at not being in the same place I cherish the memories and the lessons we have both learned together. I long for her to be back (but not before she has graced the rest of Europe with her presence). To sit next to each other and drink endless amounts of tea and debrief our days with one another. Missing you my friend.
