There is something to be said about longevity.
I woke up this morning in a suburb outside of Washington, DC on a futon mattress on the floor. This is not a glamorous life I lead. On this occasion, I’m in town to celebrate the engagement of one of my life long friends and for her, I will sleep on the floor, just this once. Her brother got outsourced to a Red Roof Inn so I wont complain about my free room and board.
But that is why I’m thinking about longevity. Other than relatives, there are just a handful of people who have known me since childhood. I have friends who are closer to me now, but none that were in my childhood house growing up or know the goofiness of Mr. Long-the best junior high science teacher ever-or can picture the choir room in my high school.
I never understood when those older than me, said there something special about having lifelong friends, I’ll be turning 35 this year and it’s finally starting to make sense.