I recently spent three weeks with a woman I’ve been friends with for almost 50 years. She’s the friend you can drop in for an extended visit without feeling guilty because her home feels like your home. Although we are that close, we live distinctly different lives. She owns a huge home in an urban city dwelling. I live in a one-bedroom apartment in a small Florida town. She and her husband have been married for almost thirty years. I became a widow in my late 40s. She comes
