Her name is Alice. She came to my school in Ottawa in grade four. The first day of school we hit it off - just like we did last night.
Alice is a beautiful and intelligent woman attending university in Montreal. We talked for hours about current events and politics, old memories and how our friendship has affected one another. We agree on so many things, yet she votes liberal - a direct result of how we were raised. She values different things than I do, both in her life and in a political party. It was interesting; two intelligent people who agree in principal on most subjects, yet on opposite ends of the spectrum in most respects.
I can't help but wonder, though, if we would still be friends if I hadn't moved to Vancouver. We could have gone to different high schools. Maybe we would have become involved in different activities, been taken apart by different classes, or had a big fight and never spoken to each other again.
When you move away from you best friend, you're left with only good memories of that person. We weren't around each other during the teen years, the years that most people drift apart from each other.
So maybe our friendship was actually saved by me moving away. I don't know if it's true, but it's an interesting thought.
posted by Lisa @ 4:00 PM
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