This Always Happens to Me
Since I moved around a lot growing up, I tend to have friends in random places. I have a ridiculously amount of Facebook friends from all the schools, summer camps, vacations and clubs, and my family is always finding connections to old friends wherever we go.
So it wasn’t that big of a shock when an old friend of mine, a girl who was one of my closest friends in elementary school, who lived in my neighborhood and played on my soccer team since the beginning, wrote on my Wall on Saturday night saying she was in Boston for the night and staying somewhere near my campus.
She left her number, and through the powers of the Blackberry I received it immediately. I texted her saying that I was going off campus for the night but I wanted to see her. She responded that she was at a friend’s brother’s house in the town that I live in.
I told her I lived there, and asked for the address of the house she was staying at so I could stop by.
Here’s the exciting part. This girl? This girl that I’ve known since I was 6 and was best friends with until I moved away in 5th grade and haven’t seen in 11 years? This girl that lives in Connecticut and randomly happened to make her way to Boston and then to my campus? Yeah, this girl was staying at the house across the street from mine.
ACROSS. THE. STREET.
Literally. Her house number was 16. My house number is 15. I could probably spit on that house from my driveway. (You know, if I had the wind in my favor.)
So that was a ridiculous coincidence and it made my night. We only got to catch up for about half an hour before I had to go catch the bus to my event, but she promised to come back to Boston soon so we could reallllly play.
Can I just say one more time that I love my life?
Me and my long lost bestie.
