Today I found myself driving to the South Perth foreshore, parking up in the rain and having a good cry. I had just heard something I didn’t want to hear and a flood of emotions washed over me today & I found myself calling my best friend S in New Zealand. But she wasn’t in NZ, she was on her way from Brisbane to Auckland which was a good 4 hour flight (she’s an air hostess).
Those 4 hours felt like a lifetime but once I finally heard from her, I had calmed down & could finally think straight. It feels like it’s been weeks since we’ve last talked properly because in between her flying & my exams, our free times have clashed. It also doesn’t help that I’m 4 hours behind so by the time I finish work on a good day, it’s bed time in NZ….that’s if she’s home, flying doesn’t keep her home much.
The conversation was brief but we’ve arranged a time we’re both free tomorrow…finally. It’s days like today that I really hate having my best friend 8,000 km’s away. I long for the days where I can get in my car & drive to her house, or like 5 years ago, where I could walk to her house around the corner. I’m fortunate that I’ve gotten to see her so many times a year recently but with the chaos in both our lives at the moment, the future is looking very uncertain. We always manage something, so who knows.
Hanging up the phone tonight, both of us in tears, made me realise I need her around more often.