One morning over a week ago, I was on a plane heading for Nice for a weekend with my girlfriends.
My two best friends. I don’t usually like the term best friend. In the past it has always resulted in deep disappointment but now I am older and more mature I am starting to understand what this truly means.
My two best friends are two strong amazing girls. The three of us couldn’t look more different from each other and our personalities complete each others. We all have different attitudes to life and sometimes offer a different perspective when it is needed most.
Our relationship is now 10yrs old, very close to 11 years old in fact, and it hasn’t been a steady river. We’ve had storms and we’ve had “breaks” but always found each others again.
Our strength is and has alway been our abilities to forgive, learn, adapt and start again but also to accept we are different.
We met at a time when we were all on the brink of becoming adults. We shared flats, parties, dirty laughs and tears over challenges that life has thrown at us.
What results of the last 10 years is a relationship based on trust and sisterhood.
These two girls are the only two people I can share holidays with, with the feeling I am almost with family.
I can’t say how much this means to me…
Photo credit: all the photos have shamelessly been taken from Caroline’s facebook page, the official reporter on this year’s trip (well she has the top notch camera so…)