This mourning came the day my friends decided to revisit one of my Facebook albums chronicling the events of our long weekend in Dewey Beach to kick off our senior week last year. Not only does this album (as most of my albums do) make us all look like ravenous alcoholics, but it's a bittersweet reminder of how close we had become after four years together.
I say bittersweet because now, this group of best friends is spread out across the world. And this distance makes it quite difficult to all live in houses next door to each other.
A Partial List of Cities (in No Particular Order) That Prevent Me From Living Next Door to My Friends:
New York, NY
Some Random Biodiversity Station That I Don't Feel Like Looking Up the Name Of, Ecuador
Needless to say, I've been feeling pretty nostalgic recently (and those that know me know that I'm prone to bouts of hopeless nostalgia). College was an amazing time. I'm sure I don't need to go into the details of why. But beyond that, it really comes down to one thing: I miss my friends.
The Real World isn't all that horrible. We all have jobs. Those of us that don't currently have jobs are in law school, so in a few years they will, and they'll be making more money than I am. How much money? Buttloads of money.
They will also defend me (for free) when I get sued, possibly for something I say in this blog.
And thank blog for the Internet, because I still talk to my friends almost every day. E-mails, IMs, and g-chats certainly don't hold a candle to the Morning After Recap on the Couch, but they help me get my (almost) instant girlfriend fix. And those free nights and weekends keep us all gabbing when we need it most.
They may be hundreds (and thousands) of miles away, but they're still the first ones I want to call when I have something going on, or a funny story, or I'm alone and drunk in the grocery store. So in honor of our one year anniversary of the last week we all lived together, I just wanted to say, I love you guys. Tweet