At dinner with dear friends tonight the subject of friendship came up, and I was startled to realise that I have no definition for it. Maybe I never did. I know a lot less about life than I thought I did when I started keeping this journal. That fascinates me: I’ve lived for eighteen years longer than the me who started doing this, and I have barely figured anything out.
At least I have much nicer pens. (Right, and I have terrific friends. I meant to mention the friends first. Obviously.)
What is your definition of friendship?
Writing from: a soon-to-be dishevelled lounge in Edinburgh. Listening to: “Coastal Love” by HONNE.