In high school Jen and I were besties, inseparable, “BFFs”. I know the jokes about how that never lasts, but I think we’ve fared better than most. I’ve known her since our early teens and to this day we still keep in touch. It’s been rough since she moved for university, I miss my best friend, but I’m also happy that she’s doing something she loves. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do in life so I’ve been working at a dog spa since graduation, it’s not ideal but I enjoy the work.
Jen’s house was always *the* spot to hang out. I grew up in small row house apartment with two older siblings and I never felt like I had much space. I used to love hanging out at Jen’s place, she had a whole basement to herself with her own TV and there was a pool in the back yard. Her parents were even okay with us drinking or smoking pot so long as things didn’t get too crazy.
I think about those times often now that we don’t get to see each other as much anymore. That’s why I was so excited that Jen was coming back for a few weeks in the summer, I couldn’t wait to see her and hang out like old times.