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As the end of the year draws to a close, you can probably tell that I am getting super nostalgic. So in the spirit of nostalgia and looking back, I decided to change the line up and post something that I was saving for a rainy day.
Next week, I plan to focus more on me (no surprise there). For my last post of 2017, I focus on all of the lessons that I have learned this year and how I have grown and changed blah blah blah. But this week, I want to focus on the single greatest thing(s) that 2017 has brought to me – my crazy, beautiful, hilarious group of best friends.
My whole life, I dreamed about having a group of close girlfriends. Growing up, I bounced around between friend groups. In high school, my best friend of TEN YEARS tried to sleep with my boyfriend. I always felt alone, different, and like I could never fit in – regardless of how hard I tried. When I got to college, I joined a sorority to try to find a group of people where I could finally belong.
I always say the best decision I have made in my last 22 years was putting my deposit down at Bryant University. My second best was joining Alpha Omicron Pi six months later.
Obviously, I have been fortunate enough to meet lifelong friends and mentors as a result of this organization. I have raised hundreds of dollars for organizations that mean so much to me. I have grown as a woman and a friend and a sister. But most importantly, this organization gave me the best friends I had searched my whole life to find.
Thinking back on how we all became so close, I couldn’t imagine a story more quintessentially me: we joined forces to create a team for Sigma Chi’s annual Derby Days. Even though we did miserably, that week cemented our friend group status. Team Derby Darlings 4eva.
I honestly can’t even articulate how much these women mean to me. They are some of the strongest, funniest, smartest people I know. Two of them have had the pleasure of being my roommate. One of them currently is tackling grad school with me. The other one answers my ridiculous texts in the group chat every time without fail. ALL of them have traveled with me, seen me at my worst, watched me get stupid drunk and cry over something irrelevant – and somehow they still choose to be my friend.
That’s not to say we don’t have our quirks – we pick on each other, talk over one another’s sentences, relentlessly tease one another and point out each other’s flaws. But at the end of the day, there is no one I’d rather tackle PGL with.
Whether it’s drinking wine in the dark and spilling our guts, or stressing over bowls of veggie lo-mein, or straight up bitching about how Connecticut is the worst state in America (sorry Kat – even John Mulaney agrees); somewhere down the line these women became not just my best friends, but my family.
Hell, our initials spell BLACK. What more could you want in a friend group???
If I had to choose one good thing about 2017, 100% undeniably irrevocably it would be finding these women and becoming part of the best friend group I had ever dreamed of.
2017 brought me a kind of unconditional love I have never known before. For that, I’ll always be grateful.
Until next time,