life gets a little crazy from time to time and no one knows that better than the four of us.
between the starting of relationships, the maintaining of relationships and the ending of others, up until last night, it had been months since the four of us were just that.
one year ago, we were four late twenty-somethings with one collective goal in mind, enjoy each other’s company.
considering we had all lived outside of the city at one point or another, it seemed odd that we were all back in indianapolis, finally able to reconnect and see each other whenever the hell we wanted.
of course, 12 months later, we’re realizing that may not always be the case.
as one of us (spoiler alert: not me!) starts planning a move to a country far far away, i’m extremely grateful we had a memorable evening together last night.
i missed it. i missed us.
sometimes my most meaningful relationships are those i never could have predicted, and while i would like to think that back when i was 16 i would’ve known they’d be in my life forever, i never knew how deep of an impact they’d have on my life as i get closer to my thirties.
the point is, after all these years, i’m even more thankful for our crew and know, with 100% of my being, that a move across the world isn’t going to end our bond—
that would be absolutely impossible.