The Three Amigos

A few weeks ago I sent an email to a friend I haven’t spoken to in months. Well, she is really way more than just any friend, she was one of my college roommates and we lived together for three years (although we were friends since my Freshman year.) I had been thinking about her a ton and felt horrible that we hadn’t talked in so long, that I had no idea how she was or her daughter, her life. I was sad I was missing out on her. Since taking the time to make an uninterrupted phone call usually involves sedating my kids or relocating to another state, I figured email would work. It was better than nothing. So I wrote her a long note asking her a million questions and filling her in on my life changes from the past months. I hit send and waited for her reply.

It was only a few short minutes later when I heard the familiar ding of my cell phone telling me I had a text message. The text message was from my friend and all it said was, “Hi, How are you?” I thought it was kinda strange since I did just email her my entire life story from the past 9 months so she already knew how I was. I wrote back and asked her if she received my email and her response was, “No, haven’t checked it in a few days. Is everything okay?”

At this I got chicken skin, you know goose bumps that are so big you look like a naked chicken. Yes, those. Because seriously is it not the craziest thing ever that the day I decide to send an email to her, after months and months of not speaking, she sends me a text message moments after I send it. It is super freaky, and I love it.

I love that two of my dearest friends (my old roommates) and I have that kind of friendship. The kind that pretty much withstands anything. We have been through it all and living with them was one of the best parts of college for me. There were the long talks in the kitchen (the place we always went to when we needed to talk), the late nights, the even later drunken nights, the boyfriends, the break-ups and of course, the hookups. There were parties and vacations and then even later weddings and babies. We could help each other heal our broken hearts, remind each other why that guy was really not the one and make finding the "real" one a whole lotta fun. There were fights and hurt feelings but our apologies were sincere and making up was easy. When I think back on those years, they (the three of us) are one of my biggest memories.

It is sad that we live far apart and don’t talk nearly enough. There are times when I would give anything to be back in that little apartment kitchen talking to them, laughing with them, crying with them. Now there are husbands and kids and jobs and life….grown-up life, not easy, laid-back college life. It is sometimes impossible to catch up in the ways we would like. But I know that no matter how many weeks, or months or years go by, I could call them and start talking and they would understand every word I was saying. They know me that well, just as I know them. Some change, like time or distance, just doesn’t matter. There are some friendships that are just meant to be. We, us three, are that kind of friends.


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