If you’ve known me well enough, at some point or the other you’d hear me give credit to my childhood best friend for tons of my most cherished memories through the years. My adventuring, sense of quirkiness and mischievous side today are surely a tribute to the days spent with her. Pretending and believing that we could telepathically communicate with neighbouring dogs through passionate barking (yes, we barked)… or riding our bikes, imagining that we were world explorers or olympic cyclists was how we spent our days. I often pretended to be the ‘crocodile hunter’ whenever we were in a pool, (complete with awful Australian accent and baggy ensemble) and Hannah was no stranger to being my back up and helping me wrestle my plastic and rubber croc to ‘safety’.
In fact, she’s always been my back up, helping me wrestle whatever insane dream I have to safety, never once enabling self doubt in me or offsetting my confidence in the
most incongruous of circumstances. No matter how insane or ridiculous my ideas made us look, she was always one to convince me that it was okay to be me. In fact, I’d say that through her, I’ve learned the importance of surrounding yourself with the right people. The ones who love you, give you confidence, comfort, support and stay by your side when you’re least worthy are the key to staying afloat in a world eagerly trying to strip you of your individuality. I could go on and on about the friendship we have, but I’ll save some details for another post.
For now, let me just conclude by saying that FINALLY, we’ve been able to see eachother after a few years apart, and the feeling of ‘meant to be’ couldn’t ring truer. I’m so thrilled that after more than 15 years, she still has my back.