Approximately one year ago, I met my good friend Michelle's brothers in a wondrous vacation Elon University calls "fake break." It's a bit mind boggling that in exactly one year, we wouldn't even be together to celebrate this occasion and that I'd be in the opposite side of the country from them. How do you measure a year? Better yet, how do you measure friendship? They say friendship takes time - and I agree. But every once in a while, you'll be granted friends that you click with right on the spot; friends that just become close to you instantly. And it doesn't matter how long of a time you've spent together. At the end of the day, when it's time to part, you just know how much that friendship means to you and how you wish that you could spend countless days with them. I'm blessed enough to say that I found that kind of friendship in them.
I don't think there will ever be a day when I'd think I've had enough time with them. That's a given. The time I have with them will never be enough. As sad as that sounds, I'm still thankful that I was given the chance to spend exceptionally wonderful days with them. There was not a single dull day. Everything was an adventure - maybe not physically all the time, but an adventure in a sense that there was always something new to learn about each other; that there was always something to share, cry, and laugh about.
Even if my heart still aches from missing all my friends in North Carolina, I still seek shelter from the words of this quote:
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