The Princess is back at school, so summer is officially over. We moved her in this weekend and it’s a lot easier to do when they’re sophomores and know what’s going on. It’s also easier when it’s an apartment with a common area that you can use as a landing area, one roommate is already moved in, you bring less stuff (imagine that!), and the air conditioning works really well. Almost made up for the first-floor walkup.
It was great seeing her with all her friends, girls who were just as happy to see her as she was to see them. And it got me thinking about my own friendships. I may not have gone to camp, and I certainly wasn’t in a sorority, but I have friends—both current and lifelong—who would go great distances for me and who have my back. They make me laugh and support me when I need it.
Like everyone, I also have those who don’t. It’s not that they’re people I dislike, but they’re more like “phases” than “friends.” They were important at a particular time, but as that time has passed, they’ve faded, as have I for them. And while I might miss the closeness we once shared, I still look back fondly at them.
As I wait eagerly to hear about The Princess’ new classes and experiences this year, I take comfort in knowing she’s in the right place with the right people. And nothing makes me happier.
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