I am blessed in my life to have so many friends. Friendships that have weathered time and space.
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 we have that kind of friendship, or 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.