ot so long ago, one of my best friends from when I lived in London in the ’80s tracked me down to see if I’d like to catch up. I hadn’t seenand crying at Qantas commercials and realised it was time to come home. Claire married not long after I returned, so I missed her wedding. But she sent a pile of happy photographs of the day, with long descriptions written on the back, so I wouldn’t feel left out. There was no email then, I was a lousy letter writer and we lost touch. But when we saw each other on that recent rainy Sydney day, it was as if no time had passed. We didn’t spend a second wondering why we’d missed all those years. Instead, we picked up where we left off and away we went. It was a great reminder that, if you want to, it’s never too late to reach out to special friends from your past!
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Mar 15, 2023
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