So I dropped the ball on posting everyday, but only because I was being inspired. I've decided to post twice today to keep up the 5 things I'm thankful for.
Last night, I was reading for class at my favorite Starbucks in Arlington. The Starbucks I usually go to is smaller than most, and is easily crowded and noisy. Last night it was especially so, being the day before Thanksgiving. All around me were groups of college girls, reuniting to share stories and catch up. The girls behind me were telling long stories about living in Boston and new boyfriends. Another group took up 2 tables and went around several times sharing.
After leaving Starbucks, I went to an old friends house and reunited with the group I spent all of last winter with. Although we hadn't seen each other in what seemed like an eternity, it didn't take long before inside jokes started flowing. Laughter filled the room. It was just like old times.
I am thankful for old friends (and I include family in this category). There's something charming about being around the people who shared in the experiences that shaped who you are. There's something comforting about being around the people that have comforted you through breakups with boyfriends, losing family members, fights with friends and everything in between. There's something special about laughing about things that happened years ago that never seem to lose their humor. Old friends know you to the core. They know what makes you tick, how to rile you up, and how to cheer you up.
They are always there for you. And that is what means the most.
Last night, I was reading for class at my favorite Starbucks in Arlington. The Starbucks I usually go to is smaller than most, and is easily crowded and noisy. Last night it was especially so, being the day before Thanksgiving. All around me were groups of college girls, reuniting to share stories and catch up. The girls behind me were telling long stories about living in Boston and new boyfriends. Another group took up 2 tables and went around several times sharing. After leaving Starbucks, I went to an old friends house and reunited with the group I spent all of last winter with. Although we hadn't seen each other in what seemed like an eternity, it didn't take long before inside jokes started flowing. Laughter filled the room. It was just like old times. I am thankful for old friends (and I include family in this category). There's something charming about being around the people who shared in the experiences that shaped who you are. There's something comforting about being around the people that have comforted you through breakups with boyfriends, losing family members, fights with friends and everything in between. There's something special about laughing about things that happened years ago that never seem to lose their humor. Old friends know you to the core. They know what makes you tick, how to rile you up, and how to cheer you up.They are always there for you. And that is what means the most. 
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