I was about 4 when she moved in to the house next door to mine. I have more memories of our childhood together than I could ever recount. Then, when she finished high school (she's a year younger, I was already going to U of C at the time), she got into McGill, which meant we went from living next door to each other for 14 years to living thousands of km apart for about 8 months of the year.

Of course, thi meant that about a month after she moved, I had to go visit her. Slept on a mattress on her dorm floor, went to an amazing concert, met her floormates...and for me, it's still one of the things I've done that I'm most proud of, because it was the first time I travelled alone and did something pretty independant. Plus, it was just really fun. Underage (her and some of her floormates were still 17) drinking and all.

Honestly, we don't talk all that often now, but I also think our relationship is on this level where it doesn't matter that much. She knows me awfully well, and I like to think I know her pretty well too. We each know things about one another that very few others know. We've each been there for some very exciting stuff, as well as some very tough shit, in one another's life. The internet is pretty much the best thing ever for us. Between MSN and facebook, I still feel like I get the highlights of her life, even though we miss some of the really fun stuff.