
Eight years ago I moved from my home state to Gig Harbor, WA: Leaving behind my friends, but not my family as they all moved with me. Really, that part was incredibly fortunate. Still I miss my friends. I don't make friends easily so here I am, all of these years later, with few local friends. I treasure and have kept my best friendships from "home". Keeping in touch on-line, along with one or two trips a year back to CA, has allowed these friendships to remain strong. But I've met a new kind of friend, too. Thanks to blogging, I have connected with some fun and talented gals. This photo celebrates the old, traditional style friends as well as the new modern life friends. My "old" horse-back-riding buddy has become my good private reading club buddy. We exchange books a number of times throughout each year. This stack is about 12 books high and half of them are from her. My "new" friend,
Karla, created that darling little White Christmas box on top of the book stack. My old friends have a lifetime place in my heart. My modern friends inspire me, and make me laugh and show me that change can be good.
1 comment:
Yes friends add the texture in our lives. I just did a post about that! Small world!!
The fact that family moved with you is such a blessing.
When I moved...it was just the two of us. Sigh! Then my son and his wife joined us a couple of years later. I was overjoyed. Now we have five grandkids to add to the mix here! Even better!!!
Hugging you
SueAnn
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