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You Can't Make Old Friends

I have no memories where Michelle and Megan don't exist in my world.  The older I get, the more nostalgic I get.  The further away from home I drift, the tighter I cling to them and everything they represent to me.  They are home.  They are family.  They are my memories.  They are my anchors.  Michelle said she actually likes when I don't live at home more (low-key hurts my feelings), because she thinks I take her for granted less and see her more.  It's saying something that these two knew me as a child and continued to be my friend into adulthood.  I was a weird kid, pretty annoying as a teenager, and an irresponsible adult.  I've literally DONE LIFE with them, and I couldn't feel more blessed.  

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