dis picture.

The other day Connor took this picture and I just fucking love it.
To me, it kind of looks like we're staring at her house in a reminiscent way, which reminds me of all the countless fun times I've had here with Emily. We've been friends for 11 years now and somehow not drifted apart, like I have with so many other people I went to public school with. Being in the midst of moving, I can't help but think Lobo has kind of been one constant place throughout my childhood. I've moved plenty of times to a handful of different neighbourhoods, so I don't really feel anything permanent and special towards the houses I live in now. But Lobo is different. Lobo is where my childhood best friend lives, and she, herself, is pretty constant as well. Through all the years we've known each other, there's never been a time where I haven't considered her a close friend. No matter what schools we go to, who we hang out with, how our interests and opinions change, we still stay friends. Lobo is the one place where I continuously return to, to find that nothing's ever changed too drastically, every memory is still in tact and I can be happy with my friend there. This reminiscing is making me smile. I really hope this friendship never dies.