Growing Up



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Lately I’ve been feeling grateful for my friends. Friends who know you inside out. Friends who pick up on the quirks and mannerisms you haven’t yet observed. Friends who see your patterns and sequences and lay out the formula for you. Friends who tell you when you’re being too much, and when you’re not being yourself, because they know you in more ways than you know yourself.

Friends who tell you when you should make a move, and when you’re just being you and this will pass in two weeks. Friends who can’t quite tell because they see you every day, and your perspectives start to overlap. Friends who pick up when this is a big thing, and when this is the real thing, and when you need help, and when you’re holding back.

Friends who listen to your one problem and patiently analyse your one situation, although you already did this last week and nothing has changed. Friends who let you stumble grumpily into the sofa where they wordlessly provide you with breakfast before going back upstairs to get ready for work.

Friends who pop up once a year and manage to fill in the last 12 months, sharing your heartaches and high points, even though you’ve only got an hour, and the traffic was bad, and they’re out of Pimms. Friends who won’t remember that stuff by the time we meet again.

Friends who play music for you. Friends you play music with. The kind of playing where you don’t need to stop and communicate why you’re crying, because they’re crying too, because you hit the same point and you’re sharing the same memory and you’re on the edge of the same sadness, and you had to say goodbye together then, and you’ve got to hold each other up now.

Friends who stay on the line until you fall asleep. Friends who call you up half-drunk and even though you were about to go to bed, you go and make a full curry for them, because you love them, and one day you may need a curry of your own. Friends who pass by for a few months, suffusing your life with newness and laughter. Friends who stay, no matter how difficult and antisocial you get. Friends who love you, more than family, because how could family have possibly observed all the tiny things friends see? We grow up with our families, but we live our lives with our friends. Friends who endure.
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  • Reply The Boarding Blogger

    This is such a simple, yet beautiful post! <3 <3

    July 3, 2015 at 9:03 pm
  • Reply Bas

    Loved this:)

    July 4, 2015 at 9:41 am
  • Reply auderoylin

    This is so beautiful, and I love all the candid shots! Friends with whom I don’t need to do “best friend things.” Friends who I don’t need to see every day. Friends who I fall right into step with no matter how much or how little time has passed 🙂 -Audrey | Brunch at Audrey’s

    July 4, 2015 at 9:52 am
  • Reply Chiara Pannozzo (@wine_and_olives)

    What a beautiful post! I sometimes wonder where I would be if it weren’t for my friends. You’ve summed up so much of how I feel about this in such a beautiful way x

    July 4, 2015 at 2:53 pm
  • Reply Denise

    Really so sweet! You are so right! Some friends can be away and even not able to write for years and when we meet, it’s like yesterday. Friends enrich our lives, for sure – we can count on them and they know they can count one us! And friends are chosen, chosen family. Family, well, we come from, and friends we choose! Or we are chosen! Or both!

    July 4, 2015 at 5:19 pm
  • Reply Gil Zetbase

    Adorable pics!
    Have a nice week end!
    Photographer Gil Zetbase

    July 5, 2015 at 9:12 am
  • Reply Laura

    this so beautifully written. and the photos really complement the writing! xx

    July 5, 2015 at 2:13 pm
  • Reply A Million Gingerisms

    Beautiful post 🙂

    July 5, 2015 at 5:56 pm
  • Reply Kirsty

    I absolutely adored this post! Such a beautiful collection of words describing a very sacred relationship. I particularly enjoyed ‘Friends who listen to your one problem and patiently analyse your one situation, although you already did this last week and nothing has changed’ <— This, this right here is so unbelievably true! I even LOL'd at it!

    Great post darling! x

    July 7, 2015 at 9:25 am
    • Reply tapeparade

      I’d love to say my friends only have to swoop in to be look after me that way once or twice… but it’s more like all the time..!

      July 10, 2015 at 12:18 pm
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