Day 29: Friends

It took me 22 years to realize how lucky I am.

For the majority of my life, many of my best friends have been people I met in elementary school.

I’ve maintained that close group of childhood friends all my life. I assumed the same was true for everyone. I didn’t realize how unusual this was until I got to college. I would always catch myself telling stories about friends I grew up with: fun nights, dumb stuff we did, sports stories, whatever.

I’m 25 years old, and I still do this all the time. It’s only on rare occasion that I run into a person who can talk about friends from early childhood with as much excitement and love as I can.

I hadn’t thought about this for awhile, but was reminded of how lucky I am just a few minutes ago. I’m going to Coachella this weekend, and forgot to book a hotel for a night I’m spending in Los Angeles. Instead of getting my ass torn off by a last minute hotel booking, I called a dude I’ve been friends with since elementary school.

“Of course. You and anyone you’re coming with are free to crash at my place.” 2,910 miles from home, many years past, and a friend since childhood will still let me crash on his couch.

It’s not something I take for granted. If you have even one friend like this, you should consider yourself lucky too.

Thanks again, Brett. You’re the man.

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