I love being four hours away from an old friend and still being able to communicate the same ways we did living a mile away from each other in a sleepy old southern town.
Here’s to old friends that move away and focus on their own things, but are never too far away for a much-needed midnight talk with bevs, or a catty-lady text fest.
I appreciate you, Caitlin.
This lady, y’all.
i need someone to make me a pot of coffee and hang out with me during study breaks. we can talk about anything other than child psychology, mkay?
until then, throwback jams & note taking. blargggghhh.
the glorious feeling of returning home to your OWN bed : life’s little luxuries.