If there’s one thing this past weekend reminded me, it’s that friendships are a lot like good books: you can close them, walk away for a while, live a whole life in-between and when you come back, the story is exactly where you left off…
Story One: The Effortless Reunion (College Edition)
Last Saturday included a reunion I didn’t even know I needed.. I grabbed drinks with an old friend from college – one of those rare guy friends where the friendship has always been 100% platonic, no confusion, just easy energy. He also happens to be the only guy from Miami University who just moved to Boston, which automatically makes him an endangered species and therefore a little iconic…
We hadn’t seen each other in months. Life got loud, careers got busy and yet the second we sat down, it was instant muscle memory. No awkward pauses, no small talk fillers just real life updates, work chaos laughs and the strange comfort of living in a city where your college history feels a million miles away.
It was grounding, simple. The kind of friendship that doesn’t need maintenance because it’s built on history and humor instead of proximity…
Story Two: The Sunday Hero (Your Ride or Die)
And then there’s the other kind of friendship – the one you don’t ease back into because she never lets you drift in the first place…
On Sunday, one of my girlfriends looked at me on the couch after our Friendsgiving when everyone else had left and gave me that look. You know the one. The silent, telepathic “are we really doing this” look that only exists between two people who have absolutely no business rallying but somehow always do…
No negotations, I knew we were going out.
Just the two of us – the only survivors from the entire group, deciding the night deserved an encore. And somehow, without planning or trying, we turned an ordinary Sunday into a surprised second chapter. A night we will laugh about for weeks…
There is something sacred about the friend who can change the trajectory of your entire day with one look. The friend that reminds you that joy doesn’t always need an invitation, sometimes just a partner in crime.
The Part Where I Realized What It All Meant
Whether it was a college friend who made catching up feel effortless, or a girlfriend who rallied me into a night I didn’t know I needed, both moments carried the same theme:
The friendships that matter most are the ones that meet you exactly where you are – and then move you gently forward.
Some friends bring you back to who you’ve always been. Some pull you toward who you’re becoming. But the best ones?
They show up – in the big ways, the small ways, and the unexpected Sunday-night ways – reminding you that life is fuller, lighter and a little less confusing when you have people who just… get you.
And honestly, that’s the kind of friendship worth writing about.
One Business Day 