Think about your best friend. That person who’s always been there for you. Who’s basically family at this point. The person that you don’t know where you’d be without them.
Now… how long have you known them?
I feel like my close friends come in waves. Of the handful of people who have really made an impact on my life, and are still active players, the longest relationship is 5 years.
Throughout grade school into high school, it was pretty much the same kids I ran around with. But then I moved away to college, and I lost touch with a lot of them. I knew it was going to happen. I acknowledged it openly. They were fun people, but honestly? A lot of them brought a lot of grief into my life and it just didn’t seem like they actually cared. (This is me lumping all of them into a group — some of them probably did…)
In college, I made great friends. I still remember “my firsts” — Joe, Mike, and Megan. But even those people I don’t connect with as much. I still love my college friends, tremendously so. But I don’t hear from them often now that most of us have graduated and moved. It takes a lot of work on both sides to keep up friendship when you’re not actually in the same place. Life gets in the way.
It seems like a lot of my friends also have these life-long friends that they have these great histories with. My cast of characters keeps changing. I know some of that falls on me too. I’ve grown and changed and am definitely not the same person as I was oh so many years ago. But at 25, I’m hoping that a lot of these people stick around. My group is filled with musicians and bloggers, writers and mennonites (or well, people I went to college with). They’re my family. I don’t want them to change with the seasons.