We met the first day of college. Somehow, it came up in our conversation that she had a car and planned to go home on the weekends. I planned to go home on the weekends, too, but my car was back home in New York, and I was now living in a dorm in the lovely city of Philadelphia.
After class, I went with her to a cafe and met her mom. We had a great time, and by the end of the day, I felt like I had known her for years.
Her apartment was only 5 blocks from mine, and we started meeting up in the mornings to go to class together. Between classes, we would head to Taco House, a little dive of a restaurant that had a huge, $5 lunch special.
On Fridays, we would leave the city after class. She dropped me off at the train station near her parent's house, which was halfway between Philadelphia and my home. I would then take a train to NYC followed by a bus to my suburban neighborhood. On Sunday nights, my dad would drive me 45 minutes to her parents' house, and we would go back to school.
Our sophomore year, I moved to an apartment half a block away from hers. By that point, we spent all day together. We went to the same classes, and spent all our spare time at my apartment (sometimes we went to hers, but she lived in a 10'x10' room and I had the bigger place).
We started taking my car after she totaled hers, which worked out better for me because it was quicker than having to take a train and a bus to get homch e. We shared so much of ourselves with each other on those car rides, and know all each other's secrets.
We've been there for each other through thick and thin, love and breakups, drunken sob fests (where I passed out on her floor on top of a bunch of gummi bears), roommate problems, boyfriend problems, and everything in between. She loves my kids like they are her nephews and niece, and they call her Auntie Michelle.
Even though we don't spend nearly enough time together anymore because life gets in the way, we're really close. I only see her 4 or 5 times a year, but we cherish the moments we have together. We're still just as close as we were when we spent every waking moment together.
I thought I had met a ride home, but I really met my closest friend that fateful first day of college.
This post was written for this week's RemembeRED prompt from Write on Edge. This week, we’d like you to explore friendship. You can talk about a current friendship or one from your past, a friend you met over kindergarten snacks or happy hour at your first job. Examine your emotional interest in the friendship and the role it plays, or played, in your life. The word limit for this prompt is 400 words.