Here’s to True Friends

I have struggled for the past few weeks with this post. I want to do this post, and my friend, justice and haven’t been able to think of the right words to really express how I feel.

After school, I have really found what friendship means, and how hard it is to maintain a good friendship when you are not together everyday. It takes phone calls, appointments, and some travel to make it work. Honestly, when all of that came into play, it became clear who wanted to be friends and who didn’t. Luckily, I have more than a few great people in my life who value our friendship as much as I do.

Does anyone notice that the heart is broken?

Making new friends was going to be even harder. I love my friends, but it took a long time for me to feel really comfortable with them. I retreat to an elementary school version of myself whenever I really want to be friends with a new person. I feel like I’m wearing humongous glasses, sporting an unfortunate bowl cut, and eating rice and curry for lunch. (My Big Fat Greek Wedding, anyone?) But in that awkwardness that comes with being a child, so does honesty.

There was a new cashier at work right before the holidays. She was quiet, but really nice, and the queen of collecting book donations. We worked next to each other, but hardly had time to talk. We had one break together where we got to know each other a little better. She was from Oregon, went to school in Utah, and then Boston, and somehow ended up in Valencia? What? And she was going to start school again in Claremont. A couple of days after that I woke up and decided that I was going to ask her to be my friend.

This is how the conversation went during a lull in the line:

Me: R, I know you’re new in town, and maybe don’t know a lot of people. I just moved back, and all my friends are gone. I think you’re really nice, and was wondering if you’d like to be my friend?

R: I would like that very much. Thank you. Can we get frozen yogurt for our friend date?

Me: Sure!

So, the best part of this story is that we are still really good friends, even though we don’t work together anymore. Luckily, she goes to school in Claremont, and we are able to meet for frozen yogurt, lunch, and the occasional movie. We see each other almost weekly, and have become very close. I find her philosopher self fascinating. We can talk for a long time about boys, religion, weddings, and of course, books!

I even asked her if I could write this post. My friends mean a lot to me, and the girl scout song keeps ringing in my head: “Make new friends and keep the old. One is silver and the other’s gold.” It was not easy in my mind, but surprisingly easy when I actually did it.


2 responses

  1. It’s funny that you wrote this post because I’ve had a post in my drafts for a few weeks now about a similar topic, friends, new friends, people leaving, true meaning of friendship. I’m a little scared in posting it, but I think I will eventually.

    I’m glad that you have found a new circle to hang out with. It looks like you are thriving =)

  2. I love, Love this tribute–maybe especially because that is Exactly how it went down. Thank you for your kind words. They meant that I laughed And felt teary eyed before 10 in the morning.

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