"The best kind of friend is the one you could sit on a porch with, never saying a word, and walk away feeling like that was the best conversation you've had."
It goes without saying that it's exceptionally hard being so far away from your loved ones for so long. The past 4 years have been wonderful, but I'm so ready to go back to where I belong and enjoy their company on a regular basis again. I miss my Green Mountain State, and I miss all of those in it. Of course the internet makes communication with friends and family a breeze nowadays, but it's just not the same. You still miss actually seeing them. I can't tell you the amount of times I've sat on the couch and thought "I think I'll hop in the car and see what Tasha's up to. Maybe she'll be up for going to Cubbers to share a chicken caesar salad" (that's our food ya see... well, that and Ranch dressing. She's probably the only other person in the world who understands how precious Cubbers caesar salad truly is. In fact, I genuinely think she's the only other person in the world who would cry with me if it ever wasn't available). I hate that she's not just a drive away any more. I hate that we aren't able to spontaneously call each other up and head to the mall, or go to see a movie, or pop into Starbucks, or have ridiculous dance parties in the car. But I'm excited knowing that will all change soon.
Sometimes there are friendships/relationships that simply crumble when the frequency of visits/communication fizzles and becomes less common. Long distance relationships are complicated, everybody knows that. And I would be lying if I said I wasn't scared that when I moved over to England we might lose contact. But that never happened. Although there are times we go weeks without talking (regardless of how we poke each other on Facebook approximately 8,073,864 times a day. Chach, you'll never win that poke war. Stop kidding yourself) I know that as soon as we do talk it will be as though there was never any time in between. We always pick right back up where we last left off. It's that way when we see each other too. I know that Chach (that's my nickname for her in case you're confused) and I could go 20 years without seeing each other and it wouldn't change a damn thing. Because as soon as we saw each other again we'd give each other a big hug, make moose noises at one another and we'd be right back to where we were. It's comforting. It's something I know won't ever change. It's a friendship I am so thankful to have. We're two peas in a pod, we're peanut butter and jelly. We're stuck with each other now :)
I saw this picture and laughed out loud. It seemed so appropriate for this post and I just had to share it.
This week while Tasha's been here in Liverpool, we've been gallivanting around the city. Eating, seeing, doing and drinking all kinds. But while I do want to share some of our adventures with you, I'd rather not bore you with long winded descriptions. So, instead I'm going to show you.
Here we go.
On Tuesday we went to Cuthbert's Bakehouse (yes, this is the same Bakery I confessed my undying love for in this post) with Mama Lynne. Chach got to try one of my beloved Red Velvet cupcakes for the first time. It was a super yummy and fun day.
Of course we had to have the annual red phone box pictures on the way back home.
We put our glad rags on, took silly pictures, and went out for some cocktails with friends.
Today we loaded onto the train...
Carl came too :)
And went to the pancake shop (read about the significance of the pancake shop here)
Then headed down to Crosby beach to give some love to the famous Iron Men... (read about them here. They're a really fascinating art instillation and a famous landmark in Liverpool)
Tasha wasn't impressed with the bitter sea breeze so she stayed on the bench while Carl and I had a mini photo shoot down by the water :)
After our fun on the beach, Chach chose to document mine and Carl's epic FAIL of an attempt to fly a kite. Seriously, worst kite flying experience of my life. It never went more than 10 feet off the ground before it nose dived. I blame it on my father-in-law as it was his craptastic kite we borrowed. Haha
|Just before nose dive #1|
|Just after nose dive #2|
|In the middle of nose dive #89|
It was quite obvious by the pictures Tasha took that she got bored of our absolutely diabolical kite flying... See exhibits A (a flower), B (my purse) and C (the docks). Haha
So far we've had lots of fun on our adventures. I look so forward to enjoying her company for the remaining 2 days that she's here, no matter what we do. It makes me sad that we'll have to say goodbye again so soon, but I know I won't shed a tear this time. Because in just 3 months I'll be back in Vermont for good :) No more goodbye's. No more best-friendless times. I can't wait.
For now we're off to enjoy some Cake Boss while munching on homemade chocolate chip cookies fresh out of the oven. My kind of a night!
Thanks for reading, guys!
Take good care,