Ah, friendship. There’s nothing quite like it, is there? When you’re a kid, a friend is basically anyone that lives near you (preferably in your neighborhood) or someone you’re obligated to hang out (play?) with because your parents are friends. High school comes along, and friends become your security; your limbs, your accessories, your bodyguards, your crew. Everyone knows you by your gang (and on Wednesdays, you wear pink.) College is its own friendship utopia, where not making friends might actually require more effort than making them. If nothing else, there are at least physical bodies within about two feet of you during every waking — and sleeping — moment.
Here, we arrive at our twenties. A decade that I am gracefully soaring through at this present moment. If you’re like me, you’ve moved to a new city after college and, unlike the days of dorm-wide naps and group trips…
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