Friends are what make life. Of course I include my family - families 'cos I'm lucky enough to have two: a blood family and a surrogate family - because they are friends too.
So when I said in the last post that Lewis was another world, another life, I was referring to the obvious physical and a certain mental change that occurs when I move from one life to the other. I assume that it's the same for anyone living two separate existences. What never changes, though, is one's friends. All that changes is the physical proximity to those friends.
Having lived more than half my life on Lewis it was to be expected that most of my friends would be there. But life's not quite turned out like that. Many of my friends, even those who were Islanders (as compared with incomers like me who were not born nor went to school there) are leaving the Island to retire on the mainland - often Glasgow. My friends and acquaintances are, in fact, scattered across the world.
However the reality of the present day is that communications are so good and so immediate and relatively affordable that we may be far from our friends but we need never be out of touch. In fact, in some ways, we are often more in touch than we are with people who live not 7 miles away.
So just because I'm on the other side of the world and can't go for coffee in The Woodlands or The House for an Art Lover or Linghams (for another 6 months) doesn't mean that I think about you any less. 'Cos I value my friends.