coming home

a year and a half ago, my best friend left to go on an lds mission to madrid spain. before she had left, we had done everything together. every big step we took, we took it together.

so when we said goodbye, it was one of the saddest, hardest ones i have ever had to say. in march we parted ways. she went to spain, i stayed in provo. 

after a year and a half of growing and changing, i learned that she was coming home on august 22nd, and that her family had moved to utah, so i would be able to go to her homecoming. something i never dreamed i would be able to attend. 

so yesterday, after a year and a half apart, i finally saw my best friend again. i taught her the ways of the world (aka got her an instagram, she's not ready for tinder quite yet) and took her to the target. the target. ha. 

and even though we both have changed so much, when we were sitting next to each other, talking in the car, walking around shopping, it was like we were together in high school again. and we were finally home.

welcome home, hermana schaumann.