Let’s talk about friendships, women friendships.
While reading The Girls from Ames, it has made me think about the friendships I have, and the ones I’ve lost. In all honesty it’s kind of made me sad, for what I do not have.
I think many things play into how we keep friends, geography is one thing that has hindered that in some respect for me.
I grew up in a suburb of St. Louis, I lived from age 6-18 in the same home, attended all my school from the same home and made my friends there in Florissant, MO. I was an outgoing social child I’d say, and made friends easily. I was involved in things like Brownies and Girl Scouts and piano lessons. I was friends with kids on my block, and girls at school. The summer before my 6th grade year a new family moved in across the street. The oldest of 3 girls was my age, and Jan and I became fast friends. We were so very different in many ways, she the oldest, me the youngest, her parents much younger than mine. Yet we seemed inseparable, and we did so very much together, we had sleepovers so often with each other our parents always thought of us together. Jan was my BFF…………………and it continued that way through most of high school. We had our first jobs together at the JCPenney store, car pooling and spending more time together. Our friendship was rocky in parts of HS as I was totally consumed by boys/men, and she was interested in them, but not in the way I was. Shockingly Jan’s family moved just before Senior year…..I was heartbroken. Jan and I kept in touch and she moved back post graduation, she had been dating a boy in the class before us. She came home, and I went off to college…………..she married and a few years after college she had her first baby. Jan and I have tried to stay close, cards, letters, emails now, but honestly I don’t know that many details of her life now.
During college my parents moved and I never lived in the metro St. Louis area again, and post college I’ve moved 4 times………..and left friends behind.
Do you have friends from growing up……….say through college even that you are close to? I regret that I have no one, except Jan, that can honestly say they know my childhood secrets and antics. I regret that I haven’t been good about keeping her closer to me over the years. What have we missed? She cried when she couldn’t be here in FL for my wedding, and yet I never resented that in the least. Jan’s youngest daughter is the same age as my girls, so we’ve shared that similarity over the years.
I’m looking forward to hearing about the friendships you’ve been able to sustain since your youth.