The Best Bestie Weekend

Have you ever noticed that the special people in your life never really go anywhere? Sure, you don't always see each other every day and your lives might be on very different paths, but if it is one of those extra friendships, time and distance do nothing but strengthen the bond.

My best friend, Sarah Jane, is one of these people in my life. She is pretty much the complete opposite of me but she is very similar to some of my other special people – my boyfriend, my sister, my mum. They have similar endearing (and equally annoying) qualities and hold a very important place in my heart.

This weekend Sarah Jane came to visit me in Sydney. The most exciting thing was that she hasn't been to Sydney since we had a weekend here just after high school (I think we were 18 or 19) and so it was so much fun showing her some of the places I love all these years later.

My memories of our first Sydney weekend include buying lots of shoes, eating lots, and generally being lost the whole time trying to work out where we were and where we should go. This time around (almost 10 years later) we aren't two teenagers getting lost trying to find something to eat, this is my home (for now) and so we did a much better job…even still, we still bought lots of shoes, ate lots, and took a long time to get ready!

We had a very short amount of time and spent most of it in the city and near my place. We went shopping, we drank a lot of coffee and ate a comparatively large amount of baked goods. We laughed, we stayed in a five-star hotel, we sat around in our PJs and we talked about life and did most of what we do best – talking a lot of rubbish.

Since we were 15 and became best friends, I have always thought that anyone who saw or heard us would immediately know that we were having the most wonderful time in each other's company, because that is exactly how it is. Our friendship is one that you don't come across very often and will, no doubt, stand the test of time.

As the weekend has come to a close, it feels bittersweet. On the one hand, I'm sad that my life will return to its usual state – Sarah and I will communicate frequently via text, our conflicting schedules allowing for little else – but, on the other hand, I can look forward to the next time we get to see each other and know that it will be the same as always, as though no time has passed.

This week is dedicated to bestie weekend because a couple of the things we did need a post of their own. I promise that one post on Zumbo's Dessert Train will not be enough…