Yesterday, I got to hang out with a group of friends I haven’t seen in a while. Right after high school, three of them moved into a house together a few blocks away from where I was living, and it quickly became the place to be. Even when no one who actually lived there was at home you could walk in the front door and find a group of people hanging out in the living room. Summers there were awesome. Bored? Just hop over to the house, there’s bound to be someone there. Or a giant mess to clean up, and at least you’ll have something to do :P
We stayed up late playing D&D and watching bad movies, listened to loud music, and had the occasional drunken sing-a-long to Bohemian Rhapsody. In the morning we’d all be asleep in a pile in the middle of the floor.
It was awesome.
Obviously, it didn’t last of course. Summer reached fall, people got jobs, started going to school, there was drama, we grew apart.
One member of the group is now living in Hawaii, one in Colorado, one just became a father, and one is preparing to walk across the country from Oregon to Boston to raise money for Breast Cancer.
That’s why we got together yesterday, to say goodbye! It might just be the last time we see him. Which is weird because some of us have known each other since elementary school. We were missing a couple members…the two out of state and the one who just became a dad…so it was down to four, but I’m still so glad we had the opportunity!
Growing up is weird, and it’s natural to grow out of certain relationships and move away from the people you spent all your time with in high school. But there’s also something to be said for that group of friends who have known you since forever – no matter what you do, there’s really no explanation necessary. They know your past and your weird quirks, you’ve been through your ups and downs, but they accept you anyways. There’s an ease in those situations that you can’t find around people that you’ve just met, or even the best friend you made after college.
It’s kind of sad to know that at the time, we didn’t think that our summer days had a deadline, I can’t remember the last day that I spent at the house with everyone, and I doubt anyone else can either. We didn’t know the last time was going to be the last time, we just slowly, over time, stopped.
I’m glad that I’ve moved on. The idea of being almost 25 and doing the same thing I was doing at 19 makes me cringe a little, in fact. But it’s nice to get together every once in a while and remember.