Amy, Mackenzie, Riley and I on Nantucket

We’re going to get real today, okay? I am completely guilty of skimming over those real life details on the blog and replacing them with pretty pictures and things.  Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE those pretty things, but every once in a while I feel like I want to get real with all of you.  I mean, I am still a girl in her 20s trying to figure it all out. Today I’m talking all about friendship.

So, I was talking to one of my oldest girlfriends on the phone last week and she mentioned how my life looked so “perfect”.  She said, “You are constantly traveling, going to fabulous dinners, and are always surrounded by great friends.” Well, from the outside it might look “perfect, but let’s get real…no ones life is perfect, but do I think I have a great life?  The answer is always 100% yes.

There are a few things, outside of the obvious, that I think make life pretty great; one of those being friendship.

So a little backstory, I grew up as an only child and my dad likes to joke that he raised two only children because my brother and I are fifteen years apart. As far back as I can remember, I was surrounded by friends and family. My parents lived next door to my aunt and uncle who have three children. So, growing up it was more like I was the youngest of 4 and less like I was an only child.

Fast forward a few years to high school where I met a group of girls who would change the game for me. There were 12 of us and we were inseparable. When it came time to deciding on colleges, I wanted to go out-of-state and I ended up being only one of 3 girls in our group of 12 friends that left Arizona. During college, my childhood friends still held that “best friend” spot in my heart. I knew these were the girls would be in my life forever.

At Kansas, I met some amazing girls who were strong, driven and whole heartedly great people.  These friends are now spread out across the world,  I feel lucky to be able to pick up the phone in any state and know that I could grab a cup of coffee to catch up where we left off. After college, I lived in Kansas City for a few years.  My college friends slowly left and headed to New York and Chicago to pursue their careers. I was happy in Kansas City. It was starting to feel like home and I was thriving in my first job, happy in a long-distance relationship and had met some amazing friends along the way.

This is where it gets tough.  I then moved again to a small town with my now husband.  Friends were not in great abundance in our small town.  We knew no one outside a few co-workers and we made the best with what we had. When the opportunity arose and we had the chance to move to Dallas, we hopped in the car and never looked back. This was the time in my life when I realized how much my friends had impacted my happiness.

Since I have moved around quite a bit, I was honestly a little nervous that when we moved to Dallas two years ago. I thought that I might be passed the prime “friend making” age.  Patrick and I were engaged, we moved into a house with our two golden doodles and we were both working from home. Our odds for making friends were not in our favor. Thankfully, I had a few college girlfriends who moved to Texas after college and they graciously welcomed me into their group.  Slowly but surely we have met some lifelong friends and I have to credit the blog for some of our besties in Dallas.

I don’t think there is a formula for friendship, but I would love to hear how all of you are making or made friends post-college.

Thanks for sticking around to read this extra long post. :)

xox- a dash of details

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  1. Erin @ Her Heartland Soul
    Erin @ Her Heartland Soul says:

    Great post and one I think a lot of people our age struggle with! I joined junior league, meetup, and started a blogger group when my husband and I moved from the East Coast to Omaha. It helped make the shock of being far away from our family and friends way less painful.

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