I am grateful for my friends.
I've had friends cut out my stitches, be my ride to and from a colonoscopy, and make sure I didn't leave my oven on while I'm at work. My friends have helped me move, planned an entire day of farewell party shenanigans, and made sure I got home safely.
They've listened when I'm sad, given me space when I needed it, and invited me to spend quality time with them. They've hosted me, mowed my lawn, fixed my house, given me dozens of eggs from their chickens, loaned me their tools and gotten me involved in charitable enterprises.
My friends have inspired me to be more creative, more flexible, and more outgoing. My friends are passionate, hard working and dedicated in their fields and in their relationships. My friends are true and loyal and across the world, and we always pick right up where we left off the last time we hugged each other.
My friends take me as I am. The good and the bad. The happy and the sad. The chatty and the quiet. The political and the fluff. The drama and the zen.
My friends in Boston called ourselves an urban family. Several of my friends are closer than family. They haven't made my emergency contacts list yet, though.
Without my friends, I would be a lot less interesting. Despite not getting to see most of them on a regular basis, I feel close to my friends and would do anything in my power for them or their loved ones, and I expect they'd do the same for me.
I may not have a lot of time to share with my friends these days, but I value all of it.
So true :-)
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