busy little life.
Holy. Busy. Weekend.
This time comes once a year during my Alma Matter's graduation weekend...friends and family flock to town to attend our boarding school's ceremony. And, you just hold on for the wild social ride. I think I counted eight social obligations that were packed in this weekend. A graduation, concert, dinners with friends, grad parties, family bonfires and so on. For me, a total homebody, I feel socially exhausted, but super duper fulfilled.
This weekend, I was chatting with a friend on our way to dinner, and we both agreed that making new friends in your mid-twenties is a total ball-buster. Others do it so seamlessly, and yet I've not perfected the art. We theorized that we're both extremely choosy about our friendships, because we have such an amazing connection with our old friends, girls who understand us and our history entirely. Making the effort with new friends when the "click" isn't there? Well, we'd rather be at home in our PJs.
I hope that doesn't leave me sounding like a friend snob. I suppose I just opt for quality of connection over quantity.
You know how all lovers are supposed to read "The Five Love Languages"? I've developed a theory that beyond love languages, there are friendship languages. Distance has changed my friendship language. Since I attended a boarding school during high school, most of my solid friends are far-flung. California, Washington and so on. Most of them I've known since fifth grade. We all speak the same friendship language: the low-key friendship. There's no everyday phone call. Sometimes, a week passes without an email or phone call. And as lovely as it would be to see them on a weekly basis, it's okay this way. We're with each other in thoughts, and rarely a day passes without me thinking of them and wishing well their way. Or giggling at something we'd have enjoyed together and dropping an email, text or call to let them know. But, there's immense solidity, too. They know my secrets, and I theirs...and although we're barred by distance, I never cease to feel their love and support.
Some friendships thrive on daily contact, calls to check on getting together. Movie dates and drinks and picnics and kite-flying. That's just not me...and friendships that are structured as so leave me quickly exhausted and running for the door. While the individual might be super lovely, I just cannot sustain that caliber of friendship...save for my very best friends. The high-maintenance friendship is not for me.
Distance, I've come to believe, is the truest test of friendship. Can months pass without seeing each other face to face...and you still enjoy one another's company? Is the friendship connection sustained through phone calls, emails and cards?
And ultimately: do you still remember their birthday without a Facebook prompt? :)
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