Castles was written while I was sitting in the back of a car, my two friends in the front, driving from one side of Ireland to the other. It was a long drive and I get bored easily. There’s only so much to see on a motorway.

I’ve known these girls for ten years, from back when we started high school and this is our second Europe trip together. They say it takes seven years to build a solid friendship but I think that if you can spend four weeks traveling across a continent with only each other to really talk too, and by the end you’re still friends, you’ll be friends for life.

Unless one of you has like a serious change in personality and does something really horrible to another one of you, then maybe things won’t last so long, but like what are the odds?

As we were driving along, we’d go through these small towns and see castles and old houses surrounded by much newer houses and I just thought how cool it looked. But also that it was kinda like me and my friends. The old next to the new, it seems like one should be out of place but they work together.

My friends and I are so different. We don’t even look like we’d be friends. When you see groups of girls walking in the shops, they all dress the same. We have completely different tastes in clothes and guys and even food. But somehow we work. And I think it’s our differences that’ll ensure that our friendship, like the castles, will stand the test of time.

Trust me when I say, there’s no way we’d ever get bored with one another. That’s how I know that one day in the distant future we’ll be sitting in some bar somewhere in the world, maybe with our families, maybe we left them at home. We’ll be talking about our days traveling and what we were like in our youth, before life became serious, and it’ll be just like how it is now. We’ll make jokes no one else gets and laugh too loud at things others don’t find funny.

Cause we’re the three best friends. *said in a sing-song voice*

You won’t get that. But they will.

Love
Roxanne