When I was looking at colleges, I told myself I wanted to be as far away from home as possible.

From kindergarten to senior year of high school, I had attended smaller private schools that were all within a mile radius of my house. I had spent over fourteen years surrounded by the same group of kids and, being the stubborn person I am, I was determined to change that picture for college.

Little did I know though, I was leaving a big piece of my heart behind. Along with the pain of leaving my family, I had to also say goodbye to some lifelong friends.

My hometown best friends are a unique bunch. They're insanely weird and overly opinionated but always a good time.

Over the years, we've grown up and experienced many life lessons together. We've seen loved ones pass, been there to mend broken hearts, and encouraged one another to succeed. We've protected one another in unimaginable ways and supported each other in each of our endeavors.

But the coolest thing about this friendship is that even after months of being apart, we pick up right where we left off. Sure, we're all in different locations for school, but the distance has only seemed to strengthen that bond.

To my KC friends, thanks for making my adolescent years ones to remember. From basement hangouts to the friend dates (or as I like to call them, "frates"), y'all are some of the greatest people I know. Never change.