Tomorrow I’m poping out to London after work. I’m meeting my good old friend Catarina whom I haven’t seen in a couple of years (at the very least). She’s my crazy friend! She is!! Absolutely insane! She’s lived in the UK, than she moved to Mexico and now she’s going to Portugal to take care of some personal stuff and then either go to Barcelona or come to London. She has been doing some courses and working here and there. Makes enough to live but is easily bankrupt. I wonder how can she do it and for how long does she think she can do this…
We met when we were fifteen, but didn’t become real friends until we were 17. It was the year before going to Uni but we partied a LOT. She didn’t finished her A-levels and I went to Uni. During my first year at Uni we hardly saw each other, but I made sure we remade contact during my second year. And then a lot of work drowned me and she moved country… I can hardly wait to hear all her stories and see how she looks.
Can distance and time destroy a friendship? I guess I’ll find out tomorrow. 5:30 at Paddington.
