In 2012 our days were filled with shared meals - at the Local Blend, in Sexton, at our kitchen table, late nights sitting on the floor eating Gary's pizza. But we gathered for our first friendsgiving, preparing the food in the little house we shared, because we knew that before too long a meal together would be a rare thing.
Two years later, I realized we were right. As we arrived carrying dishes of food, we filled each other in on the past few weeks and months of our lives. It's a strange feeling to no longer know the details of the lives of friends whose daily schedules and habits were once as familiar as my own.
But we sat down to eat and the reminiscing and laughter began, and I was reminded once again that even though things will continue to change and people will move or not move and grow in different directions and live their own lives, it's okay. Because as cheesy as it is to say, the experiences we've shared can't go away. We'll only add to the pile of those sweet, ridiculous, once-in-a-lifetime memories, even if more gradually than before.