Last Friday, as I was sipping on the best mojito in Paris, a friend and I discussed keeping in touch. Most people aren't very good at it. While I was studying abroad as an undergrad, I wasn't almost purposefully--in an attempt to not be homesick and fully experience the cultural opportunity I found myself in. This time around, however, I can't not be. I don't have the luxury of knowing 99.9% of my best friends will be in the same place when I come back, ready to welcome me back to that familiar life of mine. They're scattered and busy, and have even less of a clue than I do as to where I'll be (physically and mentally) after graduating with an MA.
Bon Voyage cards I have posted to my wall; an attempt at sentimental budget decoration.
my most thoughtful friends must've sent it as soon as I'd shared my Parisian address. I may have cried while reading. It reminded me of how lucky I am to have these people to keep in touch with.