Dear Old Friend,
It is strange addressing you this way but you have been a part of my life so long...
Whether you played together in the backyard while your moms sipped wine together, or you were hiding in the closet of their room so your parents wouldn't find you when they came to pick you up, we have all had that friend. Getting into trouble together, shaping each other into who you were meant to be, and even having that extra brother or sister to add to your dinner table. Every experience is different but looking back you can do nothing but smile because even to this day you don't know where you would be without them.
Friendships are hard and if they withstand the test of time, changing style, and personality traits it is something you definitly need to be proud of and celebrate religiously.
To my old friend, you know exactly who you are. We met in the sport we both loved, invloving toepicks and sharp blades, and yes we made it. Our troublemaking reputation will always be part of us whether we let it show or not. We skipped out on the warm ups but we were always coming in hot. We told each other everything most of the coaches had to seperate us, but luckily our coaches were sisters.
We watched "House Bunny" and spoke people's names in the exorcist voices for the next six months. No shame about anything, whether it's burping in front of each other or eating a whole bag of Tootsie Rolls.
But here is the crazy thing—not much has changed. I mean, we dialed it down a bit around others, but we are still insane. As we grew up and went through high school, we never labeled each other as "best friends." We are more important than best friends, but we never fought like sisters, so maybe there is no perfect label for us.
As younger kids, we never talked too much about deep issues because we were too busy having fun. But growing up, we have always been able to turn to each other and now there is no part of my life that is too hard to share even if I think it will be. If there is a no judgement zone it definitely lies with you.
My "foodie" lifestyle (aka me pigging out) is totally normal around you, and you won't judge me for getting a second cup of frozen yogurt—instead, you join me.
So thank you for always being my go to when I come home. In ten years from now I have no idea where my life will take me, I have vague expectations and goals but there is one thing I am so sure of. No matter where I live or what I do you will always be there.
So here's to all the years of retail therapy, treating ourselves, laughing about anything and everything, and most importantly, our friendship.
Make s'mores not wars,
Your Old Friend
