The bestie still reads my mind (and moods) from 6076 kilometres away. That's the exact feeling I had, she put it down into words for me, or rather she found someone's quote who so aptly described it. I read her blog last night. I've realised that distance truely maketh the heart grow fonder. When Af was here, I didn't meet her as much as I do now that she's back from the States on hols. And the same goes for Nesh. I read her blog periodically (once every 2-3 weeks because I usually get updates via texts or calls) but once she went over to Melbs, the estrangement has resulted in our deeper, more emotional sides connecting. I don't take her chats, emails (your email system over there is screwed up woman!) and blog posts for granted (not that I used to before but I treasure them more now). I've realised how in God's intricate web He has indeed placed guidance for us to maintain contact with all the relationships we've formed. I've just neglected to fully understand this miracle.
Finding DR after all these years and getting back in touch with his cousin (whom I've known since I was 8) was all part of a greater plan. The time is right. In a chat with JP (the cousin) the other day, she told me she's treated and looked up to me like a big sister ever since we were much younger. We're 3 years apart. What else could be more touching to hear from someone who's younger than you? I know that imitation is the best form of flattery. My younger cousin (she's 14 and a total diva in the making) imitates my dressing, smile and behaviour. I notice these things albeit ignoring them thinking it's a phase. Looking back about it, I realise I didn't do the same thing when I was that age. My cousins were much older than I am (the closest in age is presently 26 and married). All the girls on my mum's side have easily distinguishable characteristics. I'm the eclectic one, the oldest is the quiet one, second one is the maternal type (she's married and has a one-year old), the next one is a diva (serious.) and the one after me is a diva-in-the-making (otherwise following her sister and trying to incorporate essence of me in there).
Not to be mean but... there's only one of me. And it's not easy being me. I'm proud of who I turned out to be, how many people can say that so confidently?