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journaling reads (402 words)
Anna and I have been friends for more than 35 years. Although we must have met on the first day of Grade 4, we didn’t become friends until a couple of months later when it turned out she had piano lessons at the same club as I. My best friend had moved away that summer and I was feeling lonely; she was a new kid in a class that had been together for 3 years, so in a way ours started as a friendship or convenience.
We soon became as thick as thieves and for the next 8 years the idea of being friends with someone else would be inconceivable for me. We did everything together – we shared a desk, books, toys, sheet music, even the piano itself – our teacher put us together to play duets. And throughout it all, we argued. Sometimes three-four times a day, about everything and nothing. We rarely got the point where we weren’t on speaking terms, but to everyone else who saw us shouting at each other in the street – daily - our friendship was madness.
We drifted apart after the graduation. I moved away and suddenly our lives were too different, but I would always give her a ring when I came back for a visit and we’d go to a café and talk… She was my maid of honor when I got married, but the fact that she didn’t have a special someone in her life, while I had a husband and two step-sons drove us even further apart and our communication was reduced to ‘happy birthdays’ and ‘merry Christmases’. Yet, whenever I came to visit my parents, we would always meet up and it would invariably be like the good old times when we kept walking each other home while talking about everything and nothing.
After she got married and her sons were born, we once again had a lot in common and our chats became even longer… but the rhythm of our relationship had been changed forever. Our lives are just too different. And too far apart geographically to keep in touch on a regular basis. We wouldn’t call each other ‘best friends’ any longer, but we would forever be each other’s oldest friend, and the bond forged in childhood would always be there, all the more special when we do meet in person and get to spend some time catching up.
