Bad jokes. Scotch. Wii sports. “That’s what she said”. Starbucks. Smack talking. Playing with puppies. A Fedora.
Good friends. Good times. Good memories.
It amazes me how at ease I feel with my group of friends. Over the years, the group has sort of gotten smaller and morphed a tad…but at the root of it is a gang of friends who don’t mind the years that go by and who accept each other unconditionally. No matter where we go in life, we always end up feeling home when we get together.
Tonight was another example of that. I kept bringing up the fact that I’ve known N for 9 years. 9 years feels like a lifetime when it comes to a friendship, especially one that goes strong past high school. The group of friends I have now? We haven’t grown apart despite the distance sometimes, and the months that might pass without us talking…because all it boils down to is how solid our friendship is…and it.is.solid.
I feel at home. I know that 10 years from now, we’ll still feel at home when we come together. It feels good to be myself around people. I can forget about the stress I feel, the problems waiting for me at home and at times, the heartache of loneliness…because for those hours…or hour…or minutes…I’m among family.
It’s true what they say. We might not be able to choose our blood but in our friends, we choose our family.
Thanks guys…for everything and for the good times. Let’s raise our glasses to many many more years filled with memories and inside jokes.
Who are some of your closest friends? How long have you known them? What makes you feel at home *with* them? What makes someone family beyond being a friend?