Carla, here, has been my pal for 17 years. I have many more photos documenting our nearly two decades of shenanigans, but I won’t make you suffer anything prior to our college time. I ‘d rather stow all the incriminating evidence that I was an awkward and ungainly teenager (who grew up to be an awkward and ungainly adult; let’s be honest).
We enjoyed a weekend together recently, catching up and re-bonding after years and miles of separation. Circumstances change a person, no mistake – but some people are just meant to stick together, come what may.
It helps when they share a similar manifestation of insanity, of course.
(Speaking of incriminating photos…)
We visited with family and local friends, ate way too much restaurant food, slept in, watched cartoons, and fancied ourselves up with temporary tattoos (like proper grown women, you know). We basked in a warm Saturday afternoon out at Meridian’s Village, watching the plaza fountain synchronize to the Beatles’ “Here Comes the Sun” and gawking in surprise at the bird man who came marching through with three parrots and a cockatoo on his arms.
I mean, if this didn’t convince Carla that Idaho is great, I don’t know what will. (Although I think my state’s greatness was sealed earlier by a visit to Boise Fry Company.)
The last night of our visit together, I took a thoughtful look around my apartment. Carla had already gone to sleep, so I tidied up some dishes, did a bit of writing prep, and let the DVD player and TV shut off on their own after our day-long movie marathon. With my feet propped up, I took a moment to bask in the “lived-in” feeling of my apartment. There is nothing warmer.
Our hug at the airport was long, but the goodbye felt short. Still, it had everything in it that two long-time friends needed to express. We already know there’ll be opportunity for more adventures in the future.