Beshert | Bestie In My Building, Part II
When I wrote my first Beshert piece, it was during happier, more carefree times. I’d just met my bestie after living in the apartment above...
Beshert | Bestie In My Building
Fast forward six months later. I now lovingly call my neighbor my friend. She is exactly what I was searching for in my little neighborhood. We’ve named each other Lucy and Ethel. We laugh, we talk, we share. We drink coffee and write. We watch The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel. Best of all, she lives right below me. And has all along.