I have had many friends—not so many these days. We all grow up and apart; some people I’ve been shitty to, and some have been shitty to me. It’s life, and it happens. All will forever hold a special place in my heart.
But if we’re lucky, we find a person we can grow with, change with, be a girl and a woman with.
I’ll be the first to admit: grass grows where you water it, and friendship is a lot of work. I haven’t always been the best at it.
However, there are some people in the world who, no matter how shitty our text-back game is, how close or far apart we are, or how many kids may come (hahaha), still remain as close as ever. I’m so grateful to have a best friend like that.
I’ve been trying to find people who align with the authentic version of me—people who like to do the things I do—my best friend as well. While I love all of my friends, as does she, it feels like I’m in a constant battle of having to shrink down a portion of myself in most social interactions because “no one likes the stuff I like” or because we’re somewhere doing things I don’t want to do.
But last night, my Carebear and I went out without a plan. All we knew was that we wanted to go to this specific town because of the vibes, and we found exactly what we were looking for: us.
We had fun—actual fun—without trying so hard or thinking so hard. We drank wine and laughed at being tipsy. We walked the streets, buzzed and talking. We talked about our plans and our lives. We spent a lot of money, and it didn’t even matter. We were girls last night in our grown-woman bodies. And it really reminded me: I have my 224 right here—there’s no other friend we need to be searching for. We have an authentic, amazing, raw, and hilarious friendship.
It’s so funny because we used to talk about the friend groups that would fall apart in high school. We used to have more friends than we knew what to do with together. Now, it’s just the two of us most of the time. The peace that comes with that is unmatched. I used to think my mom was crazy when she said, “You only need one good friend.” Now, I see why so clearly.
I have my 2day, 2morrow, 4ever with her.
Hold, cherish, and be grateful for those who have stayed through all the seasons. Go on bestie dates and be girls together.
Because at the end of the day, friendships aren’t about quantity—they’re about quality. It’s about the people who see you at your worst and still choose to show up. The ones who know every version of you, yet never make you feel like you have to be anything other than yourself. The ones who don’t just exist in your memories but continue to grow with you, through every phase, every mistake, every win.
So, while friendships may come and go, and life may take people in different directions, I’ve realized that the real ones—the ones that truly matter—are never lost. They are the ones who feel like home no matter where life takes you. And that’s all we really need.
