When I moved to Georgia, I lived out of my car and slept with one of my friends or their families. After an initial two weeks of being truly nomadic, I nestled into the extra bedroom of Becca and Tj's apartment. There wasn't space for all of their wedding gifts, outdoorsy equipment, and me, but they welcomed me as if they inhabited a mansion and I was no burden at all.
Becca and I met when I was 18. We both worked at Kids Across America as camp counselors in Golden, MO. She visited me when I lived in NJ and invited me to be a bridesmaid in her and TJ's wedding. I've seen Becca and TJ fewer times than many of my other friends, but each time I'm with them, our time passes so freely that I feel as if her and TJ have authored many chapters of my life.
Even know, I type this post from their couch in Ringgold, GA. When I told Becca (two days ago) I was coming to Georgia, she immediately asked if I was going to stay with them. I rolled in last night and in the brief moments I've spent with her and TJ since my arrival yesterday, I've been reminded of why I so easily moved to Georgia years ago. Becca and TJ are kind and generous and easy to be around, they are helpful and caring.
I know this post doesn't do them justice. I want to blame it on my exhaustion or my mixed feelings about being back and Georgia and my inevitable return to Texas, but really I don't have the words to describe the niche I've found my friendship with Becca and TJ.
The two of them have taught me love between friends doesn't ever stop, it doesn't leave when physical bodies are separated. They have taught me that love lasts.
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