For years I have had friends drift in and out of my life. When I was younger it was hard for me to let go of some friends, thinking we were destined to know each other for ever and that I had a special connection with that person. But as I grew older I came to realise that some people are meant to be around for a brief while, to teach you something new, to help you build memories and then to move on.
Amongst these fleeting friends are true friends. The friends you only see every few years but you can still pick up where you left off with ease. The ones that remember every thing about you, and know your own mother as well as they know you. My English friend Amaya falls into that category. After 6 years of being apart we were recently reunited for three wonderful weeks. I thought those weeks would be spent getting to know each other again, but there was no need. We slipped straight back into old habits and old conversations. We spent our time drinking a lot of wine, taking too many pictures and arguing like siblings.
The house is quiet now as Amaya has moved on to her next destination. I miss her, but im still finding traces of her around the house (you left your heels silly!), which make me smile and think that hopefully it won’t be another 6 years before we meet again.