Eleven years, in fact.
As I said Sunday while we were still sitting around the table you can see in the right background, I’m still trying to process the fact that I’m older than eleven.
I can just imagine you thinking: Um, Annie? Honey? You’re gonna be twenty this year. You should probably have already processed the fact that you’re older than eleven.
The concept of friendship has always intrigued me. Maybe because it was so hard for me to keep friends. And now that I’m so shy, hard to make them. Plus, I’ve always preferred a small, set circle of friends, and that just didn’t seem to happen through elementary and middle school.
Tessa, Tyeshia, and Jennifer are my only friends from before ninth grade. There are other people from before that time that I still talk to, but I wouldn’t quite consider them friends since we don’t speak as frequently. You know how it goes – there are just some people you drift away from.
I’ve been thinking, as Tyeshia has just left for St. Louis, about how it is that we’re friends with the people we’re friends with. What was it eleven years ago that pulled the four of us into a friendship that would last eleven years later? With a lot – and I mean a lot – of turbulence along the way, but ultimately, still intact.
That fact amazes me.
I think at this point, the reason Tessa, Tyeshia, Jennifer, and I can still sit down together to talk and laugh is because there’s so much history behind us. So much history. We have jokes and stories that are nearly a decade old.
So now it’s your turn. How is it that you’ve befriended the people you have?