When we were young, my best friend and I imagined ourselves getting older. We thought that once we’d be done with trying to make our lives out in the world, we’d get back to each other, and share a house where we could drink wine on the porch and laugh all the time.
I imagined us on top of a hill, overlooking the ocean.
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One of my friends is in her seventies.
She’s beautiful, incredibly accomplished and funny - and she told me:
“My friends and I are all single. We’re happy having relationships, but none of us want to live with someone the way we used to. So, we’re thinking of buying land, and creating a sort of compound were we could all live close, see each as often as we want, or as little, actually!”
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I went back to the imaginary drawing board of my old dream and wrote down:
Live close but not together.
Many best friends.
Share a pool.
Lunches together.
Share a masseuse that comes once a week for everyone.
And then I also added:
Open to men. Only if they are they are very, very funny.
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One of t…