Dear Post-Grad Friend,
I pretty much figured that I was setting myself up for failure when I, the little freshman, decided to become best friends with you, the senior just ten months away from embarking on post - grad life. However, I could not have been more wrong. Yes, it’s terrible missing you as much as I do. Doing simple things like going to the house and not being able to go to your room and jump in your bed bum me out sometimes. I miss being able to call you after a long night out because I know you are craving Chick-Fil-A breakfast just as much as I am. Although I miss you tons and being here is so weird without you, I could not be more thankful for you and your oldness.
Thank you for living vicariously through me. You’re the first one to tell me to get out of bed and start getting ready for that random social or date party because you know that soon enough I will be “wishing there was a social or date party to go to rather than sitting in bed drinking wine at 8:00 P.M. on a Wednesday night.” Even though I pout and complain to you the entire time I’m getting ready and send you five million “does this look okay??” Snapchats, I am secretly so glad that you forced me to go out even from 300 miles away.
Thank - you for constantly being my therapist. You’re the first person to answer a call and let me vent about my awful day or drunkenly tell you about my night, also including you replying to my 856 “we miss you sooooo much” Snapchats out at the bar of me and anyone I can find that also knew you. I’ve never told you how much I appreciate your love and support at any time of day. You’ve done the whole college thing, you’ve seen it all, and I could not be more grateful for you passing down that wisdom to me and assuring me that I’m not alone in every situation.
Thank - you for coming back to visit and still making time to see me, even though you’re trying to reunite with everyone from your pledge class. Thank you for pretending you’re back in college for a weekend and drinking cheap vodka or maybe even a Fruit Punch 4Loko if you’re really feeling crazy. You could never know how much it means to me when you text me “Recess. 10:30” on Friday night when you get in town or “Brunch. 10:30” on Sunday morning after you relived your glory days all of Saturday night. I am so happy that our friendship still means enough to you to include me in plans with all of your post grad friends as well.
Lastly, thank you for keeping in touch. We dreaded the day you were going to graduate for so long because we wouldn’t be able to do all of the things we used to do together, but secretly I dreaded it because I was afraid that when you left college and magically became a grown up over night, we would lose touch. I was terrified that this person that I had spent my entire college career so far knowing and loving and looking up to would magically just disappear. And, once again, I have never been so happy to be wrong. Your little drop ins on my Instagram pictures saying you wish you were here or the “you look so great and like you’re having so much fun in your Snap story omg” texts I get throughout the night reassure me that this friendship wasn’t just some random college friendship that ends when graduation comes. Even though you’re older and wiser, you’ve always made me feel like I belong and I hope you know how much you and your friendship really do mean to me.
Love you more than you loved college and miss you more than you miss it being acceptable to find a reason to drink, and plenty of people to drink with, any night of the week,
Your still-in-college friend
