dancing. shouting. doing other great things in the process.

Keri and I have known each other since kindergarten, when we were both in Ms. Mingledorff’s class. This is the first time in our lives when we haven’t lived in the same vicinity. It’s a bit overwhelming.

Keri –

Well. You and I have a friendship that is now legally able to drink, yeah? Things could have gone quite differently for us. We could’ve remained tight throughout high school and college, but where would we be now? Honestly, I’m somewhat glad that things faded the way that they did; I seem to have bad luck with friendships burning bright and then fizzling quickly. Instead, this is more like a low, steady burn.

I can’t remember how our friendship started, but who really remembers much about kindergarten anyway? Some of my fondest memories, though, are middle school slumber parties and general music class in high school with Jamie/Danielle. I miss being close to you; I am sad that we didn’t think much of hanging out until just before my leaving. And I do wish I’d been a better friend to you. I’m hoping that, despite my leaving, we can keep being friends, and maybe regain some of our former glory. And maybe I’ll take back my denture biting threat.