August 5, 2012 by Colleen Morris
Today while I packing, I came across a copy of a letter that I wrote when I was 12 years old to my best friend in New Jersey. She saved my letters and gave me this copy for my 30th birthday six years ago. Of course, I couldn’t even read it out loud when I found it today, as the memories came gushing back. It doesn’t matter what age you are when you move– you will always, always miss and love your best friends.