A good day to fly

Today is a special day. I'm excited. So excited that I got up at five in the morning. I will be flying via Iceland to Sweden and tomorrow I will be sipping champagne with my best friend. I have been doing the traditional January without alcohol and last time I had a glass, it was a glass of champagne. 
My friend told me she has put a bottle in the fridge, she does not have to tell me what brand. It's a given. It needs to be the orange bottle.

I realized yesterday when thinking about my trip, starting with a visit to my friend and continuing with a visit to see my parents, that I will be meeting the most important people in my life within a few days. I feel lucky. Lucky to have these people in my life and lucky to know and appreciate their value. 
The relationship with my best friend is by far the easiest relationship that I have ever had and it has lasted for more than 20 years. I'm proud of our accomplishment, it's impressive to me. I only remember one incident when we were annoyed with each other. I'm sure she has been annoyed with me more than that but it's the only close to an argument we have had. The day she was annoyed with me, was a day in Spain when I was being extremely annoying because I was hungry and disappointed in the city of Bilbao. How we dealt with the situation was to sit in silence and read books we both had with us. After 30 minutes or maybe 45, the tapas bar finally opened so we got a glass of wine and some snacks and the argument was over. I wish more arguments in my life would have been so pleasant. I learned a lot during that silence. I learned that I was being childish, annoying and disrespectful. Silence is golden and so is our friendship. 

She is a more social person than I. I'm neither her best nor her longest friendship. I don't care. As long as I'm important to her, it's enough. I have never honestly asked myself if she is being a good enough friend, if she is staying enough in touch with me. Never. I do however ask myself if I'm a good enough friend to her and feel bad if I haven't been keeping in touch and shown her my support. I'm sure I have failed several times but she has never complained. I call that pure. That is how we are supposed to love each other but in most relationship we fail. A bit more than a week ago, I realized that I had been a bad friend and wrote to her "Happy New Year!" and asked her how she was doing. We spoke a bit and then she told me to feel free to come and visit. The next day I booked flight tickets and tonight I'm off. I'm happy, I'm exited, today is a good day to fly.