This first post is dedicated to one of my best friends in the world, Michiko. We went to the same art school. I saw her come and go at the coffeehouse I worked at near our college and one day, she asked me if I would be a part of a photo shoot for her final project (she's a photographer). We became friends quickly, sharing the same quirky, dark sense of humor. She graduated and had to move home to Japan. We exchanged information but I wagered we'd never write.
I was wrong. We did write, for over three years. Not emails, real letters. Sometimes it would be every month, sometimes every couple of months or longer but we always wrote again and again. Sometimes the letters were long with small Christmas gifts swapping tales of weight gain/loss, job changes, cultural differences and boy talk. Sometimes, they were one paragraph notes giving quick highlights of time past. Her first visit back to Seattle, I was so busy in my whirlwind of finishing college that I didn't get to see her. She didn't think anything of it. She simply said, "Its ok, next time." We kept writing.
Three years and some months later, she moved back to Seattle to marry her long-distance boyfriend, Blake. Their story is probably one of the most romantic ones you'll find in this day and age but I won't get into their business here. The point is, I found this quote and immediately thought to make this piece. I'm so glad she lives 8 blocks away now.
