Something magical is brewing. My childhood best friend and I are planning a trip. May not seem like a big deal to you, but for us? It is.
We’ve lived a unique childhood. We both spent our early days in Jeddah, Saudi Arabia. I was born there, she soon moved there, and not too long afterwards a friendship was formed.
Now 20-years later after I left the Kingdom, we still keep in touch and keep tabs on each others’ lives (thank you Facebook). Kim, in England, myself in Canada.
The last time we were together was in London, England in the Fall of 2013. Brief and a whirlwind, it was still nice to be in each others’ company. Prior to that was in the Summer of the same year (twice in one year, what a feat!) and we, along with a variety of other women met in Las Vegas. Before that, I hadn’t seen Kim in 5-years. And before that? I can’t do the math. 13-years? Lord. International friendship maintenance is tricky. And costly. But worth it.
I have spent years woe-is-me-ing describing the pain of feeling like I don’t belong where I currently am residing and only recently have discovered that that is the cost of being a Third Culture Kid. Woot for labels. So, the privilege of being able to a) afford to see each other (planes are generally involved) and b) desire maintaining this friendship is a damn cool thing.
Where are we meeting this time? Try Iceland. It looks like a good halfway point. And a place to snag me a Viking.
Cheers to us and what the future has in store!