More recently, she was there for me 100% when I was struggling through a college transfer. When other people told me to stick it out despite the deep depression I had developed, she was there telling me to follow my gut instincts. I know that even if it’s 2 o’clock in the morning, she will answer my phone call and listen to me sob about whatever drama I’ve gotten myself involved in, and vice versa. When she made a similar choice to transfer, I was there for her to vent to about pressures and her fears.
Today, Dana and I are both extremely close and miles and miles apart. She’s spending her summer at a ranch in Southern California that her family’s been involved with for years and years, her days are filled with riding horses and enjoying the beauty around her. I, on the other hand, am spending my summer interning with Real Girls Media in San Francisco. Though we’re far apart, and we only talk every now and again due to the poor phone reception at the ranch, Dana and I are as close as we have ever been.
I have friends whose relationships with their best friends are reminiscent of a soap opera. They fight for hours on end about mutual friends, guys, and little things like neglecting to call at a certain time. Dana and I have our differences of opinion, as we should, but our relationship is far steadier than that of other best friends that I know. We may go months without seeing each other, but a phone call every week or two keeps us informed about what we’re each up to and how things are going. And then when we are at the same time at the same place, it’s as if we’d never been apart. I envy other friends who live in the same town and see each other daily, but I would not trade my situation for anyone else’s. I look forward to August when I will see her again, if only for a couple of weeks.
