I’m grateful for friendships that span 20 years. I’m grateful that some things will never change.
Ugh. So cliché. Anyways.
My friend Raju came to visit me last week. We met in 1995 in Mr. Goodrich’s grade 8 gym class. For 20 years we’ve been one another’s best pal, sounding board and voice of reason as we’ve stumbled through life, relationships and careers. We made it to our early 30’s through a combination of luck and hard work and guessing. And now, both with our dream partners and dream jobs, it’s really freaking fun to reminisce and laugh about all the mistakes we made along the way.
And even though these visits don’t happen as near as often as they used to I’m grateful that they still happen and that they probably always will.