There really is nothing like a friend you’ve known for a long time. What can beat history? It’s the falling into the same rhythms, the collective remembering of old times, the matured knowledge of one another. They see the present you, know the old you and understand both. The past informs the present, provides a context that only those who were there then, can use now. It’s the weaving of the timelines in a way that makes it feel like all the tenses exist in the present. It’s incredible.
This part of the year is so often spent catching up with people returning home from other places, with people before they leave for other places, with people before the year ends. It’s so good and fulfilling to catch up, but also so tiring. I’m exhausted from today.