Dear Freshman Year Friends,
As freshman year of college comes to an end, I've found myself surrounded by some pretty great people. Some have been around since day one, the others I've gradually found myself spending more time with recently.
I expected all of the friends I made during those first few weeks to last, not knowing how difficult that can be.
Drama comes, and those you think are friends go. But at the end of that, you see who can count on and who you really need. Once you find those friends, never let them go. Even though we might've started out as part of a big group of acquaintances, I'm so glad it was my friendships with you guys that flourished.
I cherish my individual relationships with each of you so much, and I know nothing could replace them. I have the friends who will go on midnight milkshake runs with me, the one I can drown in coffee with and the ones who I go to church with.
But most of all, I know in all of you I have the friends that I can always count on, and you also have that in me.
We're all so different, but that's what makes us great.
We bring so much to the table, that we always have an idea of what to do or what to talk about, and someone always knows how to make the other feel better. I want to thank you guys for putting up with my shenanigans and spending countless hours laughing for no reason with me.
Thank you for making the college transition seamless for me, and being there through the good and bad times.
College is a crazy and stressful time, and I'm so glad we have each one another to help us get through it all, even if it still seems so overwhelming.
Summer will be here in a few short weeks, and even though we are all going to be so relieved to walk off campus for a few months, it's going to be so weird not seeing each other everyday.
Even though we'll have the longest Snapchat streaks and FaceTime calls, I'm still going to miss you guys so much. I'm going to miss having someone to get food with me no matter the hour, and to run across campus for a class or meeting that we're going to be late to.
When we reunite in August, be prepared for me to fly into your embrace and not let you go until Thanksgiving break.
Be prepared for immediate runs to get those long desired milkshakes.
Be prepared for me to talk your ear off about my summer and expect you to not leave any details out of yours, even though you'll know about it anyway due to our frequent conversations over the summer.
Just remember that thanks to each of you, I'm one blessed girl.
