BFF

I miss my BFF.

Let me tell you how we met - it is so us. We both lived in Chestnut Hills apartments. My mom called it a shit hole, but I loved it. It was quiet, it felt safe and it was cheap. My rent 15 years ago when I moved to Kansas City was $385 a month!

One day in the fine establishment where we lived (complete exaggeration) - there was a blackout in the middle of the day - in the summer - on a weekend. You may think this is not a big deal. It is when all residents must exit the building (tower) using the fire escape and most residents are on oxygen (which they are no longer able to use due to lack of electricity) and too old to use the fire escape.

The girl across the hall and I open our doors at the same time and literally bumped into each other. Hi. I am Krista. I'm Stacie. Want to go to Target? Yes. And friendship at first site.

We passed all of the hot firemen in the dark hallway helping the geriatrics get to the fire escape to head to Target. We wandered our favorite store in the air conditioning, bought flip-flops for the apartment pool that only we used and headed back to our apartment building fast friends.

15 years later she is married with three kids and I am single again. We have been through a lot together over the years. I miss being able to walk across the hall and talk to her at any time. Chestnut Hills was indeed a shit hole, but it will always hold a special place in my heart because of the the dear friend I met there.