Tonight I had a phone call with friends, one across the country, the other across the world.

This year we will have been friends for a decade, which doesn’t make me feel as old as I thought it would.

We don’t talk as often as we used to, half a year can go by inbetween calls, but, as one friend said tonight, that’s no comment on our friendship, that’s just all of us living life.

Over a year ago, rather spontaneously, they all appeared on my doorstep the week before Christmas, and we laughed and ate and drank like it hadn’t been years since we had last been together.

It’s an interesting thing, about friendship, that it doesn’t always have to be striving, to be worked at, to even necessarily be present, for the love to remain constant and unwavering. There’s a lot of life, some to be lived with others, some to be figured out on your own, and it’s rather a warm, cozy, and quite lovely feeling to know that there are people and places where love will always be.

Love, February