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A New Friend

Last week, Emma (one of the girls from book club) invited me to her house for coffee.  We've talked a bit at book club and have always gotten along, but have never spent any time together outside of book club.  I thought I'd be there for a couple of hours in the morning, but ended up staying until nearly 3:00.  We talked all day about anything and everything.  By the time I left, we both knew details about each other's lives that most people can go years in a friendship and never know find out.
I spoke of things I don't normally ever talk about.  I found myself saying things out loud I couldn't believe I was saying. Our conversation just flowed.  We both discussed difficult emotional things.  We both shared things that in a normal conversation would never come up.  There are proabably only two or three people in the world (one of them being my husband) that know such intimate details of my life.
This sort of thing happened to me only one other time.  It was during a trip home about three years ago.  I met with an old friend from high school.  We re-connected on facebook and before that trip, we haden't seen eachother in about 15 years.  I can't even say that in the past we were terribly close, but one day we had a day like I had with Emma the other day and ever since, we've been really close friends.  We talk on the phone, communicate through email and facebook on a regular basis.  We both say we can't explain how it happened, but out of nowhere, after just one afternoon we became instant very close friends.  I feel like that's what happened with Emma.
Over the weekend Emma had me and some other girls over for drinks which was another really great night and we've decided to make our coffee morning a regular weekly thing. Just weeks ago, I was blogging about how miserable I was with my social life here in England and now this - All I can say is what a difference a day can make!

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