I am blessed in my life to have so many friends.
One of my oldest and dearest friends moved back to Toronto recently and we finally found time in our stupidly-busy schedules to spend some time together. (and I of course pointed my camera at him).
Our lives have gone slightly different directions since we lived together in university. I worried that the measures I use to tell myself I’m a failure would tell him I was a failure too.
Not that I think he’s that kind of “friend” but like many of the amazing friends that I consider family, I want to do well and be upbeat so they want to be around… and want to stay around.
And, like many of those amazing friends, he gave me what-for because I was being a goof.
It’s nice having friends who are too old to care whether you are rich, drive a fancy car, have kids, have a big house, and tons of cool toys, they just care that you are happy.