Over the weekend I attended a wedding of a neighbor girl I grew up with, who up until last weekend, was still a 12-year-old middle-schooler in my mind. I was totally dreading it (Topeka?) but I ended up having a really great time. I hung out all night with the girls I’ve known since I was seven, and they’ve all turned out to be awesome.
(It’s odd how much childhood friends feel like siblings, mainly because they’ve played house and dolls and kickball with you everyday for at least half your life. These girls had seen me through A LOT of awkwardness.)