Having some pregame coffee with my friend Meredith in SoHo after a huge Italian meal. She's visiting for the weekend, a fabulous New York fall one that feels like a summer one for how hot and sticky I am. Weeks before alumni weekend, we are discussing the ridiculousness of the box we lived in and shared that was our sorority floor, where we'd huddle around my tv with late night pizza and pass out to Gossip Girl on my bed/yoga mat.
But this now is real life. We live far from one another and are still the closest friends. No more walking barefoot from one room down the hall to another, but things are the same otherwise, which is the magic of friendship.