It is entirely appropriate that I do so, for this is a novel about revisiting. I reacquaint myself with it when I return. The knowledge that I grew up here is an academic one. The insignificant particularities are lost, until I confront a street corner or sign or awning. This fluidity between the old and the new is the lifeblood of this novel — as is its quest to dismantle whatever distinguishes living from writing. It is a form of living.
Essay on My Best Friend: 7 Selected Essays on My Best Friend
Have you ever wanted a friend to be there for you for a long time? I have one of those types of friends. My best friend, Cheyanne, has been my number one supporter since day one when we met in second grade. Cheyanne has been through all my ups and downs with me. It started out when I was having issues with my dad 7 years ago, to her parents taking me in as one of their own children, to her being there for me for years of our lives. This is just the beginning of our journey. When I was having problems with my dad 7 years ago, Cheyanne was there for me physically, emotionally, and mentally.
The best days of my life so far were my childhood. Happiness was my hobby and lifestyle. I amused everyone despite age, gender or race. I used to sing out loud, that even my mom would quit cooking to come and join me, forming a duet. We would sing on top of our voices happily as a family should.
It has remained popular ever since, as I was reminded when I heard it recently performed by a band in the palm court of a London hotel. Most people listening to the song have noted its Russian feel. However when I used to hear it in London in the s the general view was that its origins were in the Jewish community of New York who of course had a strong historic connection to the former Russian empire.