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Why 'Everything Happens For A Reason' Is True

I found my best friends the summer after high school...and it's the best thing that ever happened to me

"It is when our plans go 'wrong' that wonderful,
Unforeseen things are allowed to occur."
"Everything comes at the right time.
Be patient."
"To have someone understand your mind
Is a different kind of intimacy."

Right at the time when I thought my whole world was crumbling and coming to a halt, did i find my best friends. Sure, I had groups of friends through high school that I could depend on, but this one was different.

We had all walked out (mostly) separate ways throughout those 4 years and had only smiled at each other in the hallway, or bad had been friends here and there, or didn't even know the others existed until the summer after senior year.

That summer, everything changed.

And when I say everything, I mean everything. Friend groups, relationship status, schools, living situation (moving to college.) Then, the unexpected happened.

That summer, everything changed.

9 individuals whose paths unexpectedly crossed one summer night, decided to come together.

As a group, we are the loudest, funniest, riskiest, most loving batch of people I've ever met. It baffles me how in such a short time span we all took to each other listening to one another's problems, sharing things we wouldn't normally share with someone we had just met, and connecting on a deep level.

Never had I ever imagined that my summer would do a complete 360 from what it could've been. In just 3 short months, we have taken dozens of trips to Buffalo Wild Wings, multiple drives down river road, spent countless hours around a bonfire, or in someone's backyard playing bags. To endless conversations about miscellaneous topics-whether they be serious or not at all.

Within our rag-tag group I bet you can't name one thing we all had in common before becoming friends. I have yet to meet a group of people who are also willing to say up until 4 A.M. talking about just anything and everything.

My favorite thing about our friend group is that when we're together I forget to check my phone, it's like nothing else in the world really matters. Work tomorrow? Who cares, at least you're here with friends. Plus, that just means you'll have more money for Buffalo Wild Wings. Rough breakup? I know that I have 5 other guys who will be my best friends, and a whole world full of boys who would be a potential boyfriend. Lose your keys? Know that you have 9 people who are willing to help you look for them until they are found. Having a hard time transitioning into college? What's better than a group of friends to come visit one weekend.

These instances are all reasons why I have a never-ending love for my group of friends. Marriage, the future and the topic of staying friends well int our old age has been the topic of our conversations recently. Before college, our conversations revolved around college and the new opportunity and world we all have yet to explore.

But now, not even a semester into college and we're all talking about the future. There's a sort of understanding that our friend group has one that I've tried to explain but struggle to find the words.

I'm a firm believer that everything happens for a reason, and we always question how and why we didn't find each other in high school, but there's a reason as to why we didn't.

Maybe it's because we wouldn't have been as close, or potentially because we didn't think we had anything in common.

Whatever that reason may be, I like to believe we found each other at just the right time.

There's a connection between us all, that I have again, tried to explain to others, but struggle to find the words. We all just get each other. I'm so grateful that we found each other when we did.

This past summer was one of the best and worst ones I have ever experienced. Because of our friend group I am able to have not one, not two or three, but 9 other people I know I can talk to no matter the situation, time of day or night, and no matter the distance between us.

I have a good memory to outweigh any bad memory in my mind, and I know I'll always have 9 people rooting for me and supporting me no matter what I do.

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A Letter To My Freshman Dorm Room As I Pack Up My Things

Somehow a 15' x 12' room became a home.


Dear Geary 411,

With your creaky beds, concrete walls, and mismatched tile floors, you are easily overlooked as just another room we were randomly assigned to— but you were different. Inside your old walls, I have made some of the best memories of my life that I will hold on to forever.

Thank you for welcoming my neighbors in with open arms who quickly became friends who didn't knock and walked in like you were their own.

I feel like an apology is needed.

We're sorry for blaring the music so loud while getting ready and acting like we can actually sing when, in reality, we know we can't. Sorry for the dance parties that got a bit out of control and ended with us standing on the desks. Sorry for the cases of the late-night giggles that came out of nowhere and just would not go away. Sorry for the homesick cries and the "I failed my test" cries and the "I'm dropping out" cries. We're sorry for hating you at first. All we saw was a tiny and insanely hot room, we had no idea what you would bring to us.

Thank you for providing me with memories of my first college friends and college experiences.

As I stand at the door looking at the bare room that I first walked into nine months ago I see so much more than just a room. I see lots and lots of dinners being eaten at the desks filled with stories of our days. I see three girls sitting on the floor laughing at God knows what. I see late night ice cream runs and dance battles. I see long nights of homework and much-needed naps. Most importantly, I look at the bed and see a girl who sat and watched her parents leave in August and was absolutely terrified, and as I lock you up for the last time today, I am so proud of who that terrified girl is now and how much she has grown.

Thank you for being a space where I could grow, where I was tested physically, mentally and emotionally and for being my home for a year.


A girl who is sad to go

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When Was The Last Time You Were Alive?

If you can't post it for everyone to see, was it truly a remarkable moment?


Being alive is an essentially effortless act.

In theory, as long as you're eating food, drinking water, and performing as a human, assuming no major health conditions, most of us are living.

The tragedy I see most often is so very few of us are alive.

Now, I'm not suggesting you drop your textbooks and sprint up a mountain, or go broke trying to find yourself in new activities and events.

That's the illusion pressed onto so many of us. Social Media, more importantly, FOMO, has taught us that in order to truly be alive we need to make sure we travel far and wide, eat gourmet and unique food, and essentially, immerse ourselves in something phenomenal. However, regardless of what you do- don't do it without an audience and the value of your experience will only be justified by the number of likes you accrue on your #bestvacation ever because you #lovenature. With your back to the camera and wispy hair flowing in the beach air, you hit all of your angles, how else will you prove that you're alive to Instagram?

I fell for this too. I spent so much of my life constantly trying to get to the next phase life had to offer. High school was fun, but I was counting the days until graduation. Growing up in a small hometown wasn't awful, but I had sticky note calendars until my next vacation. And day in and day out, events would happen all around me that were just too "normal." I wasn't alive, but I was living.

Setting your soul on fire and truly living is so much more difficult than you could ever expect, but not because you have to drain savings and take along a buddy to snap all the perfect moments.

Choosing to be alive is realizing how important it is to be in this moment or phase in life and accepting it for all its worth. Instead of racing to the finish line or trying to sprint into your next season of assumed happiness, take time to notice all the beautiful and small things that make this moment so important. There is so much life to be found in simple moments.

Semesters are ending, we are all racing to summer. Perhaps in the process, take note of the routine cafeteria worker that constantly smiles at you and says hello. Or perhaps, giggle at the fact that in just a few short weeks that bus driver you see every single morning won't be apart of your morning routine.

The farther I get from what used to be my normal, the more I miss that season of life. I haven't lived in my hometown since I was eighteen, but I miss the simplicity that came with my drives to high school listening to Kanye West and the coziness of a small town opening its doors to start a new day. I never stopped to be alive in those moments, I was just simply living.

Wherever your next phase of life might be, it will always be there. You will always have something else coming. However, once this moment is gone. It's truly gone. Don't waste beautiful views trying to capture just the right picture for Instagram, take in the moment.

Living and experiencing life can be as simple as trusting that you're exactly where you need to be in life. Cherish each moment as you're in it. The next moment is coming whether you're ready or not.

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