During college, I made my first best friend. For any of my friends from high school reading this, please don't take offense. High school was a lot of growing pains and cliques/posers/fakes, and I sort of went along for the ride. But college {for me} was the first glimpse of making friends with people who had similar tastes or I enjoyed being with. Mary from Chicago was my best friend. That girl made me laugh, and I will never forget her odd habits, Judy Garland obsession, and her immense, artistic talent. The last I heard was she was in Cali married to a musician/chef with three kids … I lost touch with her a few years ago and I pray it’s nothing serious, and that we'll meet again. {Mary Zukowski-Hoy, if you’re reading this, drop me a line!}
I think I’m more open to strangers, knowing how to be friendly without giving it all away. My friends now, I’ve had for years and a couple I know, I’ll have for a lifetime. Why? Because I’m older, hopefully wiser, and I see and appreciate the true value of having genuine friends.
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