An old friend had me to her house yesterday and made me chai. A friend. I can’t even remember what YEAR it was that I had a social visit with someone who wasn’t family or from work. My soul needed this more than I imagined. When you’re early middle-aged and your time is consumed by work, family, suburban stupidity, and just surviving in the face of chronic mental illness, friends become a luxury that you just don’t have anymore.
image credit: Bobbi Newman, flickr. (CC-BY-NC-SA 2.0)