Dear Friend Group,
I would like you to know that you guys are single-handedly responsible for getting me through the twists and turns of high school. When the morning seemed like it was announcing what a horrible day it would be, I knew that I could look forward to lunch with all of you. Lunch with the group meant food runs, "Harry Potter" trivia tournaments, random chair-stacking competitions, the newest Taylor Swift music videos, and all the homework help I could need. When the weekend came, I never had to wonder who I was going to hang out with or even where we would go. We always knew that 7 o'clock at "home" (the one friend's house where we were basically family) was the place to be on a Friday or Saturday night. We never knew where those nights would take us; sometimes we ended up at the grocery store, because someone had a craving for salt and vinegar chips (usually me), or we would end up at old abandoned houses trying to decide who was brave enough to actually go inside (usually not me). Other times, we would play horror video games that left us all completely traumatized and in need of therapy. But my favorite times were when we would talk until two sometimes three in the morning. We moved continuously from questions about the opposite sex to discussions about life goals, current events, our favorite pizza toppings, and anything that came to mind. I can see it all in my memory, the downstairs filled with people sprawled out on the floor and way too many teenagers crammed into couches and chairs with absolutely no concern for the outside world.
Then came graduation. It was made even more bittersweet by the fact that in three short months we would be spread across the country. But, we didn't let that ruin our time together. For us, it was all about walking across that stage to receive our diplomas, staying up all night, and watching the sunrise together. Our last summer was one for the memory books. From ghost driving (if you don't know what that is, look it up) to midnight park escapades, and watching "Magic Mike" at the drive-in in the pouring rain...I loved every minute of that summer. But my favorite part was that at the end of it, I knew we weren't saying goodbye. The next time we hung out, when we were all back for the holidays, it was as if not a moment had passed. Yet we were all so excited to hear about each other's new friends, experiences, and lives.
I'm beyond excited to see where our futures take us. I'm pretty sure that one of us will be the president at some point. One of us is bound to find the cure for cancer. Another of us will probably work with Beyonce. Someone is going to be a world-renowned cellist. Someone is going to be a senator. But whatever we do, I know it is going to be amazing. To say the least, I am so proud of each and every one of you. I really hope that I can be, even in some small way, a part of your guys' futures.
I love you all so much.
Thank you for helping me find myself,
Your Overly Loud and Exuberant Platonic Bunny
