I’ve never been one to have a million friends. I’m innately shy, so I’m not going to be the girl who walks into the room and knows everyone. And I’m a total homebody, so when it comes down to going out with a big group of people vs. Netflix with T and Sprout, you can be sure I’m choosing to snuggle up.
The three are women I met in our youth: One I’ve been friends with since the third grade (holy hell that’s a long time) and the other two I met in high school.
… btw we graduated from high school 12 years ago.
We even made it through a 10-day trip to Italy before college, living in really close quarters, and still came out on the other side as friends.
Every so often I’ll feel self-conscious about not having more friends – more names I could add to a list if I had to write it all down. Even at the ripe old age of 31, it’s easy to play the comparison game.
But while I will never be the girl with 200 people to invite to a birthday party, I’m really proud of the friendships I have. More so, I’m proud of the friends I have.