I Feel Good in the Skin that I’m In

My friend said to me at lunch today, “How long have we known each other? We met in what, 1988? I mean, think of all the iterations we’ve been through.” I left with that thought turning over in my head. Friendships like this one are like being in the same skin. You spend more than half your lives together, living and going through everything that entails. And I mean everything. And still, you meet up for lunch 37 years after you first met, it’s all changed and yet nothing has changed. It’s completely comfortable, safe and known.

It’s been a shitty few weeks for both of us, but we’ve been there for each other. Like always really.