since so many of you joined my blog recently, i feel like we need to get to know each other a bit better!! so, storytime of the day: my ride-or-die since day 1 in canada, Anastasia! (:

yes, we became close after both of us moved we’ve been VERY lucky not to experience the loneliness of immigration.

actually, i lied to you when said “since day 1” because when i first invited her to hang out right after we first met on orientation day back in college, she made up some silly excuse about a lost key on the spot to get out of it haha. since i tend to trust people (especially when i was 17 haha), instead of overthinking, i immediately offered my help in finding a key and suggested three other options for dates haha.

when we *finally* met up, i think literally after just 5 minutes of talking we both knew: it was a match. and long story short: we spent the next 4.5 years inseparably, and we’ve gone through SO many eras and transformations together! (i mean, you can imagine how many transformations one can have moving out to another continent completely alone at 17 years old, with so much going on inside and in outside worlds.

one of my fave friendship stories happened when i decided to ditch the city life for a small town of 7k (yep, you read that right; but that’s a story for another day). just 2 days before my move, when i was almost done packing, out of nowhere, anastasia came up to me and said: “you know what… I’m moving with you.” so if you ask me how i feel about this friendship, i would say that our friendship survived sharing a one bedroom apartment in a distant, small town with 2 grocery stores, 1 coffee shop and occasional bear sightings.

humans are undeniably the most precious treasures one can own. let this be the moral of our story: the true wealth lies in the profound connections we forge with each other. ♥️
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2024-02-21 17:10:43

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