These Miles Make No Difference

I'm posting this blog in honor of my friend Liz. She's coming back to Florida for a while and I can't explain how excited that makes me.

To anyone on the outside, this post might not make sense. I didn't go to the same high school as Liz, but she was in our school's town a lot. We worked in the same grocery store, and we had several mutual friends. Even if we didn't grow up together, even if she doesn't know all of my family, and I don't know all of hers, even though right now she's hundreds of miles away, Liz is one of the best friends I have.

The beauty behind our friendship is our communication. I know wholeheartedly that I can call or text Liz about anything at any time. I can't say that about all of the people I'm "close" to, friends or family. I know that even though it bothers me when I'm busy and we haven't talked in a while, Liz understands, and it won't change our friendship, and vice versa. We both try to be there as best as we can, even when the other is going through something we've never experienced ourselves.

So this is why I'm excited and it's blog post worthy. I miss my friend, and I have been busy. It's time to catch up. It's going to be SO great to be there for her while her husband is deployed and be able to hang out with someone I remain so close with, even though we've been so far away.