Today I’m in the deep, deep midst of an emotional hangover (and just coincidentally more dehydrated than I’ve been in the last year). To top it off, it’s rainy, cold and Monday. Blagggggh.

I got to spend the weekend with old girlfriends, laughing too much, drinking too much, talking about everything and anything, giving TMI and being unapologetically crude and completely ourselves. As I crawled into the back seat of an Uber ready to take me to the airport yesterday, tears started streaming down my face. I was so excited to get back to see the boys but equally sad that the weekend had to end. Last night as I crawled into my bed, though Matty’s reaction to me walking through the door was literally the best thing ever, there was a very real sadness because this morning it would be back to reality – which meant, yet again, there’d be hundreds of miles between me and most of my favorite people – not to mention, the cheapest high-quality therapy I’ll ever know (outside a bottle of Black Velvet, obviously).

As I was sitting around wishing I lived closer to everyone (which is impossible because they’re everywhere) and thanking the universe for granting me with such great friends and a boyfriend who realizes how important they are to me, a quote came to mind. It’s a quote the girls and I (mortifyingly and awesomely) used to send each other, post on each other’s walls and recite all the time after college when we were in different parts of the country – counting down the days until we got to see each other again. It’s a Sex and the City quote (because of course it is) and regardless of how old I get, I don’t think it will ever not bring back the best memories.

So, here’s to all the great friends who find themselves far apart in distance but never far apart in heart – the ones who will always be, in some way, shape or form, counting down the days.

Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate. Without them, what would shape our lives? Perhaps if we never veered off course, we wouldn’t fall in love or have babies or be who we are. After all, seasons change. So do cites. People come into your life and people go. But it’s comforting to know that the ones you love are always in your heart. And if you’re very lucky, a plane ride away.