It’s always so good to meet IRL again. This life we’ve chosen gives us friendships scattered across the globe, physically inaccessible for months, sometimes years on end; sometimes forever. And while the virtual world has its perks, nothing beats standing in a pub with a cold pint, walking through backroads under looming darkness, sharing curry in a centuries-old house. Nothing beats eyes and faces and hands around a battered kitchen table, sunlight streaming in as kids watch TV in another room and dogs fight for attention. I’m looking at you Monty.
Man, you just can’t beat real.