A long-distance friendship

I’ve been thinking about life and people and friendships a lot lately. My most recent blog post was about my long-time best friend who I met in kindergarten.

As I’ve said before, I tend to expect a lot out of friendships. I want meaningful connections, or just people that I know I can count on. Since I’ve been in college, I’ve tried so hard to meet people. I’m sure it’s my millennial-side getting the best of me, but I always get so jealous when I see these perfect friendships on social media. I watch a lot of Youtubers and bloggers and they all seem to have a perfect group of people that have similar interests, and for the last three years I have so desperately wanted that.

I’m heading into my senior year of college and I’m working on just appreciating what I have in my life and the good people around me.

One of those people lives (roughly) 1,131 miles away from me.

A long-distance friendship of about 21 years now.

Nick (photos below).  

By far one of the strangest, goofiest, but best people I have ever had the pleasure of knowing.

We became childhood friends because our mom’s became best friends in college and so my family would take trips out to Colorado a lot when I was younger.

Thanks to the internet and our parents letting us get AIM in elementary school and cell phones in middle school, our friendship continued on past just the younger years.

This has been such a strange friendship over the years, one that I’m so thankful for though.

We’ve always said our friendship works because we are enough removed from each others lives that we can talk about stuff, but we know enough about each other that we’re still close.

Sometimes life can be hard. Just to think about, deal with, figure out.

Nick’s that person in my life that will let me complain about anything from my heart burn to real life problems, but he’s brutally honest enough that he calls me out on my crap or when I’m being too dramatic.

Don’t get me wrong, he sucks at replying back sometimes and purposely ignores me when I’m being needy and tells me we have nothing in common…

I know he’d miss me if I wasn’t around though.

And the thing is, even if I have forced him to Skype with me or listen to songs I send him or other weird stuff, he’s always been there for me.

Through dealing with crappy friends, heartbreak, and family issues -- whenever I truly need him he’s always there.

He’s helped me realize that social media is stupid and you should never give anyone, ever your whole heart.

Don’t get me wrong, he drives me nuts. I always overthink everything and he tells me to do the opposite.

He’s helped make life a little less lonely though and always makes leaving Colorado harder each time.

And for that I am so thankful. To all the more years of friendship & adventures coming. 

Appreciate those around you, close by or far. 

"After all, things change, so do cities, people come into your life and they go. But it's comforting to know that the ones you love are always in your heart... and if you're very lucky, a plane ride away." 

xx

(more photos below)