The other night JP and I went out to my friend Molly's apartment up in Harlem. She invited us over for spaghetti and we provided the bread and wine. I chose sweet red wine because I can drink that stuff like juice. But the point of this post is not to talk about how good the food and drink was. It's to talk about how grateful I am for the friendships I have here.
Molly and I were friends back in Georgia when I was in high school. We went to the same church, though we didn't really run in the same cliques. (Unfortunately, sometimes church cliques are even worse than school cliques.) Long story short, she moved up to NYC about 6 months before me and when I got up here I decided to contact her. I had no idea if we would be compatible since I knew I had changed a lot since high school, but it turns out we'd both changed...and in the same direction. That night, a beautiful friendship was born.
Through her I met Katie, Jenn and Jess. I wasn't sure about Katie at first because she wore Chacos at our first meeting and I only associated them with weird outdoor ed majors. Turns out she's totally cool and doesn't even remember wearing them. Jenn is fabulous and we still keep in touch even though she left us to move back to Iowa. And Jess I'm still getting to know, but I really love her, this much I know.
Of course I have to shout out to Harper, who I also know from Georgia. I love getting together with her and talking theatre and catching up on Georgia gossip. She's the best.
I love my NYC friends.
The first year..
2 years ago