An Unapologetic, Sappy Post About Friendship, Love & All That Other B.S.


A girl and a cat that I am thankful for every day.

When I remember my childhood, it always feels like fall. Let’s not dwell on the fact that I grew up in Florida and that it was below 75 about three weeks a year. For some reason, I remember arts in crafts in the front room of my best friend’s house with a bunch of other girls while we waited for Girl Scouts to start. It’s always fall. If that’s not a season of nostalgia, I don’t know what is.

I wasn’t an oddball in school. I wasn’t a geek or a jock or super popular, I just was. I mean, I was for sure an orchestra kid; but there are so few of us in the world, mainstream media doesn’t even bother to make fun. Through my love of music and being a decent human being, I made friends with some really great people. But the influential person in my life was Harriet, whom many of you have seen in pictures and ¬†previous posts. She’s the person whose house we would all pile into before Scouts. It was her house I stayed at on Friday nights, despite the lack of A/C (like I said, it’s always fall in my memories–but on the real, it was hot as hell). I got drunk the first time with her. I got hungover the first time with her. Wherever I go, she’s right there with me.

Today is our 16th or 17th friendsaversay, though it doesn’t really matter which. I won’t go on and on about it. She’s awesome and I’m more awesome for knowing her. Get you a friend who will celebrate your victories like they were your victories and mourn your sorrows like they were your sorrows. I would not be standing after this summer if Harriet hadn’t be there to prop me up.

Thanks, dude, I owe you one. Or a million. Okay, two.

Love, B

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