Years ago I moved into a random Brooklyn Craigslist apartment with three strangers. Before I got to know any of them, I could often hear through a paper-thin shared bedroom wall the sound of a spoon scraping a bowl — what I gathered was someone eating ice cream in bed.
Eventually I got to know the person on the other side of the wall. In a city of millions, and through the most fortuitous series of events, she became my best friend — a concert-going, good time having, dance floor dominating, seriously smart, badass lady. Life works in strange ways, and of all the people I’ve crossed paths with — I’m forever grateful this woman is one of them.
Happy birthday to my partner in curls, Mignon! You are the coolest.
Connected through Craigslist, mistaken twins always, lady friends forever.