Part Deux

I went through my entire undergrad program and didn't find these friends. Needless to say, graduation was rather sad for me. Maybe I wouldn't ever find these friends.

In the last few months I've come to realize that graduate school has provided me with the friendships I want to last forever. As one pair drove away yesterday, I knew I would do everything in my power to keep them close. Rachel taught me that Banana Republic isn't all that terrible, among so many other things. She's a person who wouldn't have looked twice at me in high school, and I would have tried to stay away from her. She plays a mean game of tennis. Really, Jess did this so much better than my attempt, so I'll move on.

My point in all of this is the last weekend really solidified what I want, what I need in my friends and my friendships. The weekend has taught me what is important to hold onto and what sometimes needs to be let go. I was told I'm immature, that I need to grow up, and maybe letting go of old friends is the most mature thing I can do. I can't rely on wonderful memories or fart jokes to maintain a friendship. I thought there was a strong foundation to keep us up, but I realized the foundation had been crumbling for years; we just chose not to notice.

I hate endings, change. And Saturday will begin a new experience for me, but what will change? I'm days away from my wedding and counting the days until it's over. I've asked around--it's a common feeling. The stress is built up, money has become tight, annoyance takes over. But they say that happy feeling comes back just in time. I can only hope.