Giving up my ‘happily ever after’

For as long as I can remember, my one true dream has been to have a house with a library. Over the past 10 years I have lived in nine cities. None of them have been ‘home’. But with each city my book collection continued to grow. Last month, I gave all my books away.

Finding my way back home

As like any by-product of separation, shared friendships fall. Many of my parent’s friends found themselves in the middle, unsure what to say and how to act, who to include and when to back away. The crack that slices through a family during a separation always seeps beyond the core. Eventually, although not all the time, you’re left with strangers.

Are your first friends your best friends?

In the final scene of the 1986 film Stand By Me, the narrator signs off with the line “I never had any friends like the ones I had when I was 12…. does anyone?” Though Stand By Me has long been one of my favourite films, it wasn’t until the last few years that I’ve come to value the sentiment of those words. Do any of the friends you make in your adult years ever come close to sharing the bonds you enjoyed with the friends you grew up with?