In a previous life I attended a private girls' school yr 7-9. It was a complete disaster for many reasons, but I kept one friend. We stuck out everything together for about six years, until VCE and a change of address and various other stuff got in the way.
Then facebook intervened. We met up tentatively, wondering if the friendship had died for a reason. Initially motivated by curiosity, we've each rediscovered the similarities that cemented our relationship in the first place, despite very different experiences over the last ten years.
This morning I took a turn driving to the other side of Melbourne. We walked to the local shops and prepared a simple lunch. We talked about her upcoming wedding and I got to share pics of her gown and her bridesmaids' swatches. We're on the same kind of timeline, except she's just about to take her degree into the workforce. Sometimes people change, and that's a good thing. Sometimes they don't change, they just grow.
And I want to live in a house as simple and as uncluttered as hers. Given that we have a collection of Star Wars Lego that makes my students moon around my lounge for hours on end reciting incomprehensible jargon and about two million books that I can't bear to part with, I respect this may be tricky. But also good for me. Time to get rid of the STUFF.
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