Society tells us that it’s crucial for you to survive high school with a clique. Clique, to me means, having that group of friends that you can confide in with anything and that they’ll be straight up with you no matter what.

I wish I could say that the clique I had in high school survived the tumultuous times that come with being a teenager but unfortunately it didn’t. I wish that I could also say that I had a clique while in community college and later in university. Alas, I did not. I also wish that having a clique wasn’t so important.

I was 21 when I finally found the people I could connect with. Truthfully, I found two of them in Spain while studying abroad and the other three through the connection I found in Spain. Now, there are six of us; one guy and five girls. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more secure and at home than with these people.

We created a space for ourselves where we’re able to discuss politics or other issues, poke fun at each other and finally tell each other the truth, no matter how harsh it was. We don’t beat around the bush to tell someone what we really think but we do it in a way that is blunt and truthful. We look out to each other.

Finding your clique doesn’t just happen when you’re in high school. If you haven’t found it yet, there’s nothing wrong with that. They just might be hiding somewhere in the corners of the world but they’re there.

Since Thanksgiving is coming up (or it has already passed, depending on when this article goes up), I’m beyond thankful that these people came into my life. Words can never express the gratitude that I feel towards them because they just mean the world to me as do my

family.