Time is making fools of us again. – J. K. Rowling
Remember when you were little, and grown-ups talked about how quickly time passed as they got older? Or they’d comment about feeling so YOUNG inside their aging bodies. As a child, it didn’t make sense. Days went on forever and my whole life was ahead of me. The passing of time meant nothing, unless I was counting down the days until Christmas.
I get it now.
My 20th high school reunion is this year. TWENTY YEARS. How did that happen? I just turned 38 years old, for crying out loud. I feel younger than that number on the inside. Young at heart, as Old Blue Eyes would say.
A bonus of having a sizeable chunk of years behind me? Having friends that go way back. It sounds strange to say that I have been friends with someone for 15 or even 30 years. Strange and awesome. And one of my old friends is coming to visit me today.
Vanessa and I met in the mid-90s. We graduated from Fort Lewis College together. We were roommates for a while and worked together, too. We drank too much and went dancing pretty much every night. Though we’ve only seen each other a few times since those crazy days, we have 15+ years of stories and memories and a million reasons to laugh together. And we do. A lot.
^^Smoking on my back porch (sorry, Mom). Vanessa, me, and Laurel.^^
^^Ladies’ road trip to see the Beastie Boys. I’m the photographer. Vanessa is in pink.^^
^^Graduation. I look 12 on the far right. Vanessa second from left.^^
After college, Vanessa moved to Switzerland for a number of years. When I visited Italy and had a flight home out of Paris, Vanessa came to meet me. It’s pretty fabulous to sip champagne, have dinner on a boat on the Seine, and dance the night away in the Red Light District in Paris with a good friend. Especially when you live in Salt Lake City and she lives in Switzerland. That day is one I’ll never forget!
^^Please note number of wine glasses.^^
Vanessa was present for my wedding in October. As weddings go, I felt like I had very little time to spend with anyone because I was trying to spend time with everyone. But we did have a few moments together that meant the world to me.
^^Vanessa, me, and our third Musketeer, Molly.^^
I’m overjoyed that Vanessa is making the trip back to Utah today- that’s two visits in just a few months! These days, it’s not as easy to make friends that last. Life gets in the way of relationships- and makes a weekend like this one all the more special.
It’s time to make new memories with my old friend- the kind that we’ll look back on in another 15 years and laugh about. A lot.
Stay tuned for stories!
Side note: Thank God there’s no Red Light District in Park City.