My best friend

My best friend, Hilary, and I met at our church’s trunk-or-treat on Halloween in 2000. It was friendship at first sight (or at least that’s how I remember it). We’ve been besties since.

Sure, we’ve fought a lot. We actually fought every day of sixth grade. We’d get mad about something moronic and decide to not speak to each other, but we’d always make up at lunch. In seventh grade, I acted like a snob to her and ignored her for nearly the entire year. Somehow we pulled through and our friendship grew even stronger.

In 2009, we got our first apartment together. We were roomies until August, when Josh and I got our own place. The years we spent under the same roof tested our friendship at times, but it gave us the chance to know each other better than we ever had before.

Now that we don’t see each other every day, it takes more effort to keep up with what’s going on in each other’s lives. We have to make more phone calls and long drives across town, but it’s totally worth it.

We have plans to knit side-by-side in retirement home rocking chairs in about 70 years.

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