The other day I told my Person that making new friends was like walking into a landmine because you seriously just don’t know what you’re going to or where you might step and what might blow up in your face.  I have a lot of friends.  At this point in my life I think I know and understand what true, real, genuine people are and I know what a friend is so when I say someone is a friend then I mean it. I just remembered something.  When I moved back to Atlanta from Nashville (coincidentally after the severe mutilation of a best-friendship) I remember talking to my Person (left) and telling her that we should just be old ladies who live next door to each other.  Fast forward to about a month ago, the Wifey  brought up the Charlotte line from Sex in the City, “Don’t laugh at me… but maybe we could be each others soul mates. And then we could just let men be just these great nice guys to have fun with.”  I guess I took it to heart.

Call me stubborn but I am not interested in making superficial friendships.  I’m not even remotely interested in entertaining them.  I love intimate relationships.  I think I got it from my mother; interestingly enough I’ve found that I am a lot like my mother a lot more than I always thought at least.  So it all lead to my next thought: to return back to the South.  People ask me a lot whether or not I will go back home and I always said I was not sure, but after this weekend I can say with affirmation that I will.  I love my family even when they drive me up the wall and back, I love being a handful of hours away from my very best friends, I like culture than understands the importance of pearls and waking up to watch Game Day on saturday mornings.  Call me crazy, or call me southern but those things are priceless to me.  I guess it just boils down to wanting to be in a place (with people) that just get you. That’s safety, that’s home.

Miss, Rai, KimB, Me...High School BFFs

I know I’ve been through some things with my friends.  I’ve been through some things myself, but I hope that they know how important they are to me.  I hope they know their place in my heart.  I hope that I do not feel like a landmine to any of them.  I guess everything moves in cycles, circles.  You can go from a place of expectancy to a place of appreciation and everywhere in between but those people who don’t care where you are and just take you as you come.  Those are the people you keep around.  Those are the people you go home to, and the ones you hope are waiting on you to get  there.


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