Some of you may be aware (because I mentioned it a lot) that I just got back from a long weekend trip to Kingston. I had a lot of fun, and I have a lot of travel-related blogs all stacked up and ready to go for this week, but for today I want to just take a break and explain to you why this trip was so important to me.
I’ve mentioned in previous travel blogs the two girls that I went to Europe with. We knew each other quite well before we went to Europe, and while we were there we became the kind of friends that you will never ever forget and never lose the closeness that you gained. Even through our small spats, and perhaps because of them, I came to love these girls like sisters. And so when one of our trio moved to Kingston for University, we were sad to see her go.
We would see Alicia every so often when she came to visit her parents, but as she got more settled and at home in Kingston, her visits got longer in between, and our schedules would often not coincide when she did come, and so keeping in touch was difficult. But every summer Jenna and I would plan to road trip out to Kingston to visit. And this year, after six years of planning to do so, we finally did.
It was amazing to get our trio back together; just for one weekend to get back into our old connection and pretend that we were never going to have to leave. We caught up, we chatted, it was like no time and all of the time had passed between us. I know for a fact that I will love these girls until the day I die. Even if it takes six years until the next time we’re all together again. (But I know it won’t be.)