The Value of the Fabulous Five

Recently, I’ve been feeling disconnected and have been terribly missing my best friends. It could be because of lots of things that have been hitting me upside the head. I had the blessing of being born and raised in one place for 18 years. That place also happened to remain an even 75 degrees year round and include some of my favorite people. Aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents were never more than a 20 minute drive away. I even lived within 5 minutes of several of my favorite guy friends.

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A day of fun at the overcast beach. Not pictured: CD (because she’s taking the photo!)

I’m a true adventurer at heart. I can never sit still in one place for too long, so I packed my bags and moved to Tucson, AZ for college. The University of Arizona was the only college I applied to and I was accepted for early admissions. It was thrilling to be in a new place with new people. I broke off an old, broken relationship and started a marvelous new one. I came out of my shell and went to multiple outings and events. I lived in the dorms, then, in my own apartment. Then, a friend’s house and, then, back to my own apartment, but this time with an adorable dog. I’ve stayed in this new apartment for longer than any of the other places. But, let’s be honest: my rent is locked down, my desk is a war zone, and if I have to move that mattress frame one more time, I might pop.

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The day I found out about my acceptance into the University of Arizona was the day the senior class was treated to a complimentary trip to Disneyland for rocking a fundraiser.

Now in my senior year at the University, I no longer find myself daydreaming about a big office job where I have a reason to buy gorgeous high heels. I find my mind drifting to the days of ugly plaid skirts, where every day I could catch up with who I call the Fabulous Five: MG, AF, CD, DF, and DVW. Also known as my favorite girls and my best friends.

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MG + me

It could be that as the years go on, it’s harder to find us all in town at one time. Though I adore my Jeep, it likes to throw its tantrums and, more often than not, it’s in the shop. Without it, there’s no way of getting to San Diego. It could also be that times have been rough on my end of the line. I’m growing up, but it’s not as easy as I thought it would be. 

When I was kid, I was teased mercilessly by girls. My friends were all guys because they don’t care about your hair or when you’ll start wearing make-up or if someone is going to ask them to the dance. And they were cool dudes. I think of them more like brothers than I do friends. They hold a special place in my heart. However, there’s nothing quite like a phenomenal group of girlfriends. 

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Me with a couple of those guy friends a few summers ago.

In this Fabulous Five is so much life and love. There’s no judgement, but a lot of sass and even more laughter. There are no earthly words to truly explain how much love I have for these girls. They’re the bees’ knees and no matter where I end up in this world, I know that “home” is just a message away. Their value is completely irreplaceable because they are a true gift from heaven and blessing in my life. We’re thick as thieves. As we grow older, we encounter more heartache and tears. And as much as I am forever grateful of their support, I’m even more so that I can offer them my love and support in return. On my hard days, those days I want to stay under the covers, I think of them and their livelihood. As they say in Italian when you miss someone, “Mi manchi”, which is the literal translation for “you are missing from me” and it couldn’t be more spot on.

xo,

SB

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