09 June 2011

Friendships Across Oceans



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I have this friend, and seriously, I don't know how to describe how simply lovely she is. I like to do with emphatic hand waving and gestures, but you can't see me, so just imagine the nonverbal bits, okay?
I have this friend, her name is Emma.
I met her in college.
She spent a year abroad in Santa Barbara, I spent four years domestically in that self-same city. Happily, her year in that lovely paradise coincided with one of mine. We did all of the usual debaucherous things one does in college, complete with pink box wine and poor life choices.
Then Emma went back to Scotland, and we missed each other terribly.
Later, I visited her in Scotland. We went to a haunted castle, saw a strange and creepy statue of Mel Gibson, and experimented with different whiskeys.
We thought about seeing each other when I was visiting my brother in Chile and she was traveling through South America, but we didn't. That was mainly my fault. I can be quite lame.
Lucky for me, Emma was living my dream life and traveling the world, so she did eventually make it up to Chico to visit me and rub my pregnant belly. We ate too much and gossiped about everything and it was like not a day had passed since the last time I had seen her.
Then, like a dream she was gone.
We kept in touch through The Magic of Technology.
She visited me again a year and a half later, and met my sweet baby, and went shoe shopping with me, and I think I accidentally stole a crib sheet from Potter Barn Kids. The details are fuzzy on that one. Emma accompanied me on the one and only trip I've ever made to the Monterey Bay Aquarium with Gabriel.
And that's it.
That's the last I've seen of my dear, sweet Emma girl. I tried to get her out here for a wedding a couple years ago. I whine at her occasionally. I beg her, even. Come visit me, Emma!
These days she's in Australia, which is awfully far from me, and she seems to be WORKING ENDLESSLY, like she's a proper grownup with a proper grownup job, or something.
I would give at least 40% of my soul to go visit her, but with expensive grad school tuitions and kindergarteners and stupid grownup responsibilities, this seems....unlikely, at best.

Last week, in the midst of drowning in grad school and papers and remembering how to be a student, I got an email that has me smiling around the clock.

Emma wants to know, am I available in January of 2012?
Emma wants to know, can she come and visit me?
Emma wants to know, should she buy her airplane ticket?

Emma.

Emma is coming to visit.

Emma, who hasn't seen Gabriel since he was a floofle headed diaper butt.

Emma, who has seen me through being 19 and stupid, 21 and stupid, 22 and stupid....oh wait. You get the idea.
Emma, who next winter will get the joy of seeing me at 29 and stupid, because at this point it's safe to say that we have a theme.

Emma is coming to visit, and I just couldn't be happier.

I love you babygirl.
c
Even though you might make Gabriel cry.
Hee.

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