And everything will work out fine.

Since our move from Ottawa to Fredericton last December, one of the things I’ve struggled with is establishing mechanisms for keeping in touch with my Ottawa friends. This is partly due to the fact that I’m pretty much the worst person ever at keeping in touch via e-mail and also due to my never seeming to be able to make time for phone calls.

My aforementioned flaws, combined with the fact that I’ve been busy as shit since we bought our house explain (but aren’t an excuse for) why I hadn’t spoken to my best friend Val since… uh, the end of April I think? Sweet Jesus! (We keep in touch via Twitter and random e-mails, which is actually a pretty great way to stay in the know on the day-to-day, but yeah, overall, we suck.)

Well last night we finally got the chance to catch up. We regaled each other with tales of trips and home purchasing and wedding planning. Val and I are pretty much leading parallel lives right now, which is kind of strange, but I guess not all that uncommon for two people of the same age.

But that’s not where the similarities ended. Val and I quickly found out, through our discussion of her awesome wedding planning and my wedding planning-slacking-offing that we’re pretty much planning the same wedding. Ok, so there are a few major differences, but the really weird part is that we’re doing a lot of little offbeat things exactly the same. We picked the same wedding colours without consulting with each other. We’re both abolishing the whole “head table” thing and sitting with our parents during the reception. We’re both, in our own ways, having non-traditional wedding dresses. We both plan on having four bridesmaids and three groomsmen (probably the weirdest similarity). We’re both in each other’s wedding party (ok, that one is not so weird since we’re best friends and all). And that was just to name a few.

Knowing that we’re both planning our weddings 1000 kilometres apart and still thinking alike kind of makes me smile and makes me feel connected to her even though we hadn’t really “connected” in several months.