I just spent an exhilarating weekend with two old high school friends. One is living in Montreal and is a playwright. The other lives in India and runs a hotel and restaurant. The three of us managed to meet in London for three very short days, but endlessly enjoyable talks.
Given the choice, I’d love it if we could live next door and we could actually share our day-to-day lives. Yet, it is exactly the differences in our lives that make for interesting conversation.
My jaw is sore from all that laughter and talking. My mind is filled with new ideas and perspectives. My heart is overwhelmed at knowing two such smart women.