I have no best friends. Not a one. I’m not sad about it. Probably because the reasoning is pretty simple. All of my close friends live on the West Coast and I live on the East Coast.
Whether I spend an hour on the phone with them as they cook dinner or chat with them for 2 1/2 hours while I’m stuck on the Jersey turnpike on the way to Sesame Place; it all boils down to the fact that best friends live less than a 6 hour flight away from each other. And I’m just not ready to move to LA (or the little burby surrounding areas.) just so I can get a manicure in person with a friend who swears there was an oddly shaped baby “onesie” for sale at her salon.
I can’t do anything but laugh as one tries (and fails a few times) to perfect a sunny side up egg for her daughter or imagine how odd it must feel to be at the mall and have to let your son go to the men’s room as you wait outside for him because he hates going in the ladies’ room. And most importantly, if I’m too lazy to cook dinner, I can’t just grab the kids and go over their house so they can have really exciting dinner. (We have dinner at my house… just not exciting dinners.)
Don’t get me wrong…. my life is full of acquaintances.. business acquaintances, moms who stroll in the same circles as me acquaintances, email acquaintances so it’s never a dull day. It’s not like I sit in the office, at home, on a plane quietly reading because there isn’t an email to respond to or a voicemail to return… It’s just a little different.
Hundreds of people who would show up to a party if I threw one next week (in a really big hotel ball room..obviously) but I just wish I could go to Who’s On Third for breakfast with a friend without having to schedule a flight to do so.
So until I decide to move to the West Coast (uh, yeah) Mr. Clean Magic Erasers will be my new best friend. You think I’m kidding… stay tuned.
