One of the worst parts about being a grownup is that sometimes you have to live far away from the people you love most. I’m both a home body and an adventurer. It’s a confusing combination. I hate being far away from friends and family in Atlanta, but I know that in my 20s I need an adventure that Atlanta can’t provide. If I could be granted one wish, it would be to put all the people I love in one city and hunker down for the long haul.
This year my best friend Jamie moved to DC. After two years apart, we now live and work a quick metro ride away. For the first time in two years we have a “place”. We can make plans at the last minute (yes, sometimes I do that), drink margaritas for hours, and talk about work, love, faith, and family.
I’m really proud that I’ve made so many new friends in the two years that I’ve lived in DC. I don’t ever want to stop doing that. But nothing beats the easy shorthand of talking with an old friend.
Jamie and I are not the same people we were when we met at work three years ago. We’re not the same people we were when I left Atlanta two years ago. Now we have new jobs (me), new boyfriends (Jamie), and new couches (both of us). Friendship in your late 20s is different than friendship in your early to mid 20s and there’s no getting around that. Life changes and so do the people you love.
But no matter how much has changed in the last two years, she’s my Ann and I’m her Leslie. We are together again and all feels right in the world. God is good (and so are margaritas).
How do you maintain friendships in your 20s?