Monday was a very good day – an historic day, I should add. In the same way as the meeting between Livingstone and Stanley, Lennon and McCartney, Lewis and Clark – okay, maybe I’m stretching this a bit here, but bear with me… For me, this was definitely a significant turning point in my life, to finally meet, in person, the person I’ve long considered my best email writing friend, but had never had the opportunity to actually meet.
Darcie Hossack and I “met” online for the first time on the Humber student discussion board. Those early exchanges involved discussions about food, specifically white chocolate and berry scones and an exchange of recipes, if I remember correctly. We quickly realized that while we come from different backgrounds, are separated in age by a couple of decades and (at that time) several thousand miles physically – not to mention that Darcie’s writing is leaps-and-bounds more accomplished than mine, we definitely clicked, and became fast friends all those years ago. During the past four years, we’ve offered each other advice, editing, encouragement, connections, and confidence that what we’re writing, and the way we’re writing it, is not only good, but will eventually be published. I’m so proud that Darcie is first with a collection of short stories this fall to be published by Thistledown. But we’ve also been collaborating all this time on another idea. I don’t think it’s stretching things too much to say that we complement each other. And that’s what best friends should do, right?
So meeting Darcie, finally, yesterday, was just a matter of putting a physical presence to someone I felt I have really known all along. And now I have the added bonus of being able to hear her voice when I read emails she writes to me. She’s no longer my imaginary friend. But she is still my best writing friend!
(And here’s the addition of a photo essay I posted not long after that day.)
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I’m pretty sure life would be quite boring without friends. They’re like a family you share the things you don’t share with your family with. You tell them your biggest secrets and you’re the keeper of their deepest secrets. They are the ones who push you forward and make you see the best in you. At least that’s what my friends are for me.
I have a bunch of friends and I have a little bit smaller bunch of really good friends. I also have a few best friends, but on top of them, I have the best of the best.
This is how I met my best friends:
I met my childhood best friend, Taija, when I was nine years old. We were next door neighbors in a brand new neighborhood. We were almost the same age (she’s one year younger than me), so we had the same interests and we enjoyed each other’s company.
We’ve been friends for almost 21 years and I’m lucky enough to have a friend like her in my life. She’s known me for so long and I’m happy to have her as my maid of honor when I get married in three weeks.
I met my teenage best friend, Anna, on a summer camp when we were 14 years old. We were on a confirmation camp and we had mutual friends there. The first time I met her, I just hated her. She never stopped talking! She was constantly gabbling about something and I remember wishing she would just shut up! We realized we lived close to each other and she was all excited that we could meet after the camp too. I wasn’t.
Well, after the camp was over, I tried to avoid meeting her, but I was just way too nice and couldn’t say no, so we met a couple of times. Once I got to know her, It turned out that she is a wonderful person with the greatest personality and I don’t want to live my life without her.
We are still best friends even though we live in different cities. Luckily it’s only a two-hour drive away or we can catch up over at skype.
My “grown-up” best friend, Satu, I met in England ten years ago. We have an anniversary coming at the beginning of September. We were both living near Reading, in UK. We were there as au pairs and we were introduced by our host-mothers.
She’s probably the best thing that ever happened to me. I was very young and naïve when I left home to go to England. She was a little more wiser and tougher than me, and I’m sure that without her I wouldn’t have survived. She “raised” me during that year we spent taking care of children and the household, and having fun with our other au pair friends.
When we got back home to Finland we continued to have fun together and we became closer. She’s still my best friend and she probably knows me better than anyone ever. I love her to bits. She’s my honorary maid of honor and I’m sorry she can’t be there on my wedding day, because our wedding is going to be so small. After all she is the most important person to me ever, and I hope she knows it.
Who is your best friend? How and when did you meet? Tell me in the comments!
With warm hugs and gentle thuds – Keri