Amigas
I spent the night at my good friend Roselle's house. Roselle started off as a lowly employee at Gap but soon was promoted to visual manager of the store and has been my boss for the last two-ish years. We started off as friends when she was a mere sales associate but as time went on, regardless of her new job title, we grew closer and closer.
She's now my best friend, the closest thing I have to an older sister. She's the first person I call for boy or clothing advice. We argue about silly things, but make up in a matter of minutes. It should matter that she's A: my boss, and B: nine years older than I am. It's a fine, hard to walk line that we have to be conscious of when we're at work. I have occasionally taken it too far, but Ellie knows to give me a look and I'll snap back into my place. Yet when we're off the clock, we find ourselves always laughing, smiling, shopping, drinking wine, pigging out on Chinese and talking about anything and everything.
She's getting married this summer and until June, I have been recruited to help tie bows on invitations, address envelopes, check off to-do lists, spray-paint wine bottles for centerpieces, veto ugly flowers and help keep Ellie's mind on track. She has often remarked that she wishes she and I had become so close sooner because I should be in the wedding party. I'm touched every time she says this because it reminds me that not only do I have an extremely good friend in the world, I also have made an impact on another individual's life (so much so that she would have me in her wedding!).
This semester I have a class with my friend, Hannah. I've known her for years but we became really close in high school. We didn't agree on most things, she was much wilder and yet girlier than I was. She was more eager to have sex, drink, smoke, fall in love, grow up... Meanwhile, I was perfectly content with being president of eight different clubs and having tons of friends, rather than knowing about condoms or the difference between weed and cigarettes. I didn't understand how the world worked, but Hannah did; she knew that college was going to fun and crazy, but a ton of hard work. She was way smarter than me and I also had no idea what I was in for.
The running joke in high school was that she was pretty much always Isobel Stevens from Grey's Anatomy and our friend Joe was the George in our lives. Meanwhile, I was Violet Turner, the emotional trainwreck of a psychologist from Private Practice who managed to solve everyone else's problems but not her own. Now that we've aged and gone through college, Hannah claims I'm not like Violet anymore; I'm hardened around the edges like Cristina Yang, with a compassionate, impatient side like Meredith, she claims.
Hannah and I do this thing where we grow apart, don't see each other for ages, and then all of a sudden we see each other constantly. We're usually able to pick up where we left off; the conversation flows easily and we're eager to catch up on the latest drama in one another's lives. Recently I've been helping her get through some boy drama (best guy friend turned lover, now interested in seeing other people but knows that "they'll be together thirty years from now" - whatever that's supposed to mean).
She's another person I'm grateful to have in my life. Though times change and the road gets bumpy, in the end everyone needs someone they can be totally honest with - and get into major tequila trouble with!!
True friendship between two people is a wonderful thing. Time apart, age differences, different schedules, race, religion, ethnicity, family structure, emotional baggage... it all is irrelevant. The people are what matters; we can choose who we allow into our lives and surround ourselves with. Our friends are a reflection of who we are presently, who we once were in our past and our potential to become in the future. As I near graduation I know that things will inevitably change radically in my life, but these girls are here to stay.
She's now my best friend, the closest thing I have to an older sister. She's the first person I call for boy or clothing advice. We argue about silly things, but make up in a matter of minutes. It should matter that she's A: my boss, and B: nine years older than I am. It's a fine, hard to walk line that we have to be conscious of when we're at work. I have occasionally taken it too far, but Ellie knows to give me a look and I'll snap back into my place. Yet when we're off the clock, we find ourselves always laughing, smiling, shopping, drinking wine, pigging out on Chinese and talking about anything and everything.
She's getting married this summer and until June, I have been recruited to help tie bows on invitations, address envelopes, check off to-do lists, spray-paint wine bottles for centerpieces, veto ugly flowers and help keep Ellie's mind on track. She has often remarked that she wishes she and I had become so close sooner because I should be in the wedding party. I'm touched every time she says this because it reminds me that not only do I have an extremely good friend in the world, I also have made an impact on another individual's life (so much so that she would have me in her wedding!).
This semester I have a class with my friend, Hannah. I've known her for years but we became really close in high school. We didn't agree on most things, she was much wilder and yet girlier than I was. She was more eager to have sex, drink, smoke, fall in love, grow up... Meanwhile, I was perfectly content with being president of eight different clubs and having tons of friends, rather than knowing about condoms or the difference between weed and cigarettes. I didn't understand how the world worked, but Hannah did; she knew that college was going to fun and crazy, but a ton of hard work. She was way smarter than me and I also had no idea what I was in for.
The running joke in high school was that she was pretty much always Isobel Stevens from Grey's Anatomy and our friend Joe was the George in our lives. Meanwhile, I was Violet Turner, the emotional trainwreck of a psychologist from Private Practice who managed to solve everyone else's problems but not her own. Now that we've aged and gone through college, Hannah claims I'm not like Violet anymore; I'm hardened around the edges like Cristina Yang, with a compassionate, impatient side like Meredith, she claims.
Hannah and I do this thing where we grow apart, don't see each other for ages, and then all of a sudden we see each other constantly. We're usually able to pick up where we left off; the conversation flows easily and we're eager to catch up on the latest drama in one another's lives. Recently I've been helping her get through some boy drama (best guy friend turned lover, now interested in seeing other people but knows that "they'll be together thirty years from now" - whatever that's supposed to mean).
She's another person I'm grateful to have in my life. Though times change and the road gets bumpy, in the end everyone needs someone they can be totally honest with - and get into major tequila trouble with!!
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| High school was weird. |
True friendship between two people is a wonderful thing. Time apart, age differences, different schedules, race, religion, ethnicity, family structure, emotional baggage... it all is irrelevant. The people are what matters; we can choose who we allow into our lives and surround ourselves with. Our friends are a reflection of who we are presently, who we once were in our past and our potential to become in the future. As I near graduation I know that things will inevitably change radically in my life, but these girls are here to stay.
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