Tell us the origin story of your best friend. How did you become friends? What is it that keeps your friendship rockin’ after all these years?
Friendship is a strange and wonderful thing. The person with whom I’ve been friends for the longest time doesn’t live in this country; she lives in Scotland and I usually see her only once a year, maybe two.
When we were in university together in St. Andrews, Scotland, she was one of my best friends. She wasn’t necessarily the person I socialized with the most — I had a small cadre of hanging out friends — an unusual assortment of people who seemed to like the same things — we shared music, parties, coffee shops, pubs.
But Sandra was like my rock. She was a great listener — non-judgmental — and we had great conversations that I didn’t have with my other friends, because I really trusted her. Even though she lived in the same residence (dormitory) I did, her home was only about 15 miles away, and I often went home with her for a weekend, and her family made me feel so welcome, in a totally comfortable way. I was even a bridesmaid at her wedding to her “teenage sweetheart”, just after we graduated. It’s always been like that — I feel like Sandra is a soul-mate, someone with whom I feel totally comfortable and free to be myself.
Trust, I think, is the essence of a good friendship. Whenever we meet, we just pick up where we left off. We still have the same easy relationship we always have, and one I treasure.