So, here’s the thing. I don’t know when or how my friendship with Courtni exploded. All of a sudden, I had this presence in my life that was supportive and really knew me. Our friendship doesn’t have a definitive start. I don’t know who commented on whose blog first, or who gave the other shit first or what.
All I know is, all of a sudden, there was a Courtni in my life.
Even before we met in person (much later than everyone assumed), I knew she would be there for me, no matter what. We could go days without talking but I knew that our friendship was somehow getting stronger. I don’t know how, but that’s just the way it was.
The first time I visited her and her family in Seattle, it’s like I entered a completely different world. There was no awkwardness. I was just there – accepted. My favorite parts about my trips out there is when we’re sitting on her big bed, wine glass in our hands, shooting the shit. More often than not, she’s probably yelling at me. Because there are certain things I wait to tell her until I see her in person. (Because I know how much she likes to yell it out and I’d rather her do it once than over chat, and then again in person).
I’ve been trying to figure out how to describe my friendship with Courtni without getting into too many inside jokes and certainly not getting too mushy.
See, she’s always believed in me. She’s always believed in my potential and my writing, even when I didn’t. She’s pushed me to go after what I wanted so that I can be happy and reach my potential. Without me even knowing.
For the longest time, I didn’t know she was in my corner.
She’s the kind of friend who will forgive me for throwing up all over her bedroom because I had too much to drink (Sorry Dad) but continue to give me shit about it probably for the rest of my life.
She’s the kind of friend who will tell me to go to bed when I’m overwhelmed and tired because I may be too stubborn to admit how tired I am.
She’s the kind of friend who’s a know-it-all LOUD inmyface bitch at times but I know that it’s out of love.
She’s the kind of friend that is really the sister I never had even if we met each other in our 20s.
She’s the kind of friend who welcomed me into her home and her life unconditionally.
She’s the kind of friend that I don’t have to fill silences with because they’re never awkward.
She’s my Numbah 2, my Wicked, my sister, my partner in cross-country crime.
I can’t wait for all of our adventures that are waiting for us because we’re just beginning. I mean, we have a whole 20+ years to make up in memories.
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