Beth recently wrote about the people who come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. Of course this made me think of all the relationships and friendships that have passed through over the years, and I wanted to quantify a few that I think about fondly. This is by no means a list of favorites (don’t want anyone to get offended here!), just people who were with me during those formative years. Does that make sense?
It was in the thick of my struggles with anxiety when I met you standing on a street corner in Hoboken. I wasn’t ready but you had a nice phone voice and boyish charm, so I decided to give just one blind date a shot.
Coming out of that dark period was no easy feat, and you were the first person I openly discussed my anxiety struggles with. I was terrified of what you would think, but instantly we formed a connection. After just one month of dating, I invited you to meet my entire dysfunctional family for Thanksgiving. I think back now and wonder where the confidence came from. You. You supported, uplifted, reassured, and fit in with my eccentric family. You taught me how to laugh and love again, actions I had done separately but not in harmony for so long I forgot how beautiful that symphony could sound, and how wonderful it would make me feel.
You opened my eyes to pit bull rescue, vegan cooking, and punk rock music which I probably could have done without but you endured my Swedish hip hop so I think we’re even.
You are my reason.
You mean much more to me than a summer or fall could ever signify, but you deserve at least this much. I think of you often. All the time, actually. We were roommates in college when you took me to my first Phish show and we ate Morningstar fake chicken nuggets with ketchup and honey after a night of drinking. We had the best parties… so good we had bouncers who volunteered just to attend! Do you remember when we carried a couch back to our apartment late one night and laughed so hard we nearly peed our pants? Or was that just me? It didn’t matter. Nothing did. We were carefree, fun, on top of the world, and in the prime of our youth.
Our friendship was often rocky, but despite the hiccups, my heart skips a beat when an email from you lands in my inbox. Maybe you were just a season, but you are in my heart forever.
We were big and curly-haired Tori Amos-loving weirdos long before she was discovered by all the popular girls in high school. But we met much earlier than those awkward teen years, in a Burger King in Spring Valley, NY, when we were just four-year-old big and curly-haired weirdos. Our circle of friends has dwindled over the years but we were always there for each other—no strings attached.
So many of my best memories involve our road trips, ghost adventures, mostly mundane and purely profound conversations, coffee runs, it-could-only-happen-to-us moments (like when I rolled down the window of your old hoopty and nearly fell out of the car), concerts, pranks, and everything in between. With more than 30 years of friendship under our belt, countless belly laughs and disagreements but never a single fight (how is that even possible?!), you are stuck with me for this lifetime. One day when we’re old and crotchety, we can tell the neighborhood kids to get off our lawns and we’ll likely always disagree about who’s the Mary and who’s the Rhoda.
Many thanks to ALL the very special people in my life. You are the inspiration for my reason, season, and lifetime.