A Letter From My Best Friend

Clockwise from the top left Koh Phangan Full Moon Party - Loss in Japan - Beer in Bangkok - Mirror in Burma - The 3 rd round in Romania - Korean Protective Helmet - Night dance on Tao Island - in Turkey Making friends Mediterranean - Bulgaria sunny day of the Black Sea (middle)

A letter from Kerrillin, I laughed with them in Canada, Romania, Bulgaria, Turkey, Japan, Korea, Thailand and Myanmar. We are planning to travel together in Central and South America for five months during the year and one day we are planning to open the hotel on a small beach. She is my best friend

When two of us are in Canada, we admit that I am writing a letter to you. We were in Toronto before you moved to Japan (2008). We are missing your mother's apartment's skyline and garden and want to know what our new Asian life brings to us. If you look at Osaka visit, eating too much cabbage, rain village, Yuiwa, shopping in Asahi, you can nurture and develop all the friendships of the new adventure.

Can we tell ourselves to visit Myanmar together? We will make friends, local people are very warm and gentle for just a few hours, will they dress up their girls' gold makeup and wigs? Would you like to stay in Barbara Streisand for 2 consecutive nights at the beach in southern Thailand? Even if there are distances, will you make every effort to keep in touch? Will Blenarin travel for eight months alone in Asia and India and present a box of memories to Kerrillin? When she wrote, was Kerrilyn wearing a yak hair scarf from Nepal? Can we say these things to ourselves?

Dream of typewriters and hotels, and the dream of coffee and land on the unknown beach, will it succeed? There is no mistake

Over the years, my illusion emerged in my mind: My mother is my daughter, my best friend of my age, and we are best friends. We call him in a few hours, write down the other letter in the summer, and someday go to the same university. We think of each other's sisters. This is what we mean. I did not have such a friend. In elementary and junior high school, I took a series of "best friends". Most of it lasted one year, probably two years, then moved to an alliance with the drama before puberty. When I was a high school student, my best friend was a group of girls I did not think she really liked me, they tease me - this clumsy stupid partner - even better. I always have a feeling of "marking", I think that one of them will pick the best one I like.

I am single, a troublesome high school, a university, and I met my best friends at an early time. The word "best friend" seems to be a teenager. The most advanced "best" seems to be a bit too sticky, I do not know anything about how friendship is faint and flowing. But these friendships are certainly distinguished by a clear and unique devotion. Two and a half years after my daughter was born, I felt my best friend was opened at that time, but I felt again that I might never fall, such as sorrow, loneliness, embarrassment. Such a strong friendship

My father passed away four years ago. He used to be my best friend. On Saturday, I found a striking 15,000 words letter written six to six years ago in 1978. This letter is not for anyone but it feels like it was written for me. I cried, laughed, laughed, and my father recalled love and spirit and read it. This letter touched my heart, and we all want to touch our heart. On Sunday, I would like to know what I want to share with you. We all have deep personal and emotional meaning in life. It might be a letter you got from your parents or children, it is your favorite quotes, poems, jokes, paintings, songs, proverbs, suggestions, recipes, stories, prayers, rituals, and so on. I believe that when we share these, they can touch others' hearts. As a result, our lives have become more enriching