Weekend with Friends

We spent the weekend hosting a little mini-reunion with my two best friends from grad school. Although technically our heyday was our years in Boston as twenty-somethings bonding over the oftentimes torturous process of getting a PhD and all that’s involved with really growing up— we have managed to hold tight to each other for the past fifteen (or so) years. And although we’re also professionally connected via academic sociology, we have managed to also continue to be true friends that go way above and beyond any occupational realm. And although it is, at the core, our female friendship ties that bind, our significant others are fully in the fold too. We are good old friends. And so it lasts and it transcends time and change and living in different states and a bunch of kids now running around and everything else. And now it has been a bunch more years since our heyday than the number of years of our heyday. And, it reminds me, as we’ve been talking about a lot with Kyle and Owen over the past few days: “Make new friends, but keep the old, one is silver and the other’s gold.” There is nothing like a good old friend (or two). It was a really good weekend.