Hi friends! Sorry to have been so MIA lately. It’s been a crazy summer. Life hasn’t slowed down, but I’ve missed blogging and so’ve recommitted to writing here as often as possible. I’ve gotten a lot of requests for book reviews while I’ve been gone. I had no idea you guys were enjoying those so much! I’m reading so much these days that it’s not feasible to review every book I read. So, I just wanted to share some of my favorite books that I’ve read in the last few months.
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?
For the past few days I’ve been on a mini-vacation in Atlanta. Since I leave for London in four days, I’ve still got half my mind in work mode, but I’ve tried my damnedest to make time for fun and restful recharging. Here are just some of the things that are making me extra glad right now:
Washington, DC and I just celebrated our two year anniversary. It feels like just yesterday that I packed up my life in Atlanta and boarded a plane. And it also feels like a lifetime ago. In May of 2015, I could count the number of friends I had in this town on one hand. Almost all my knowledge of DC came from The West Wing, and I had never lived on my own before. My word. I was such a baby.
I didn’t attend my own college graduation ceremony. I didn’t see the point in gathering in a football stadium out under the blazing sun and not even getting to cross a stage or hear my name read. But as a staff member at a University, attending graduation ceremonies is part of the job. Yesterday I attended the McCourt School of Public Policy’s Commencement Ceremony. I was prepared to be miserable as I sat outside in the 95 °F heat and braced myself to watch a bunch of people I’d never seen before take ages to march themselves across the stage. I had no idea what a treat I was in for.