Those are my best friends from college. I really love those bitches. The last time I saw them all was in September in Boston. So not under the best circumstances. We have known each other for ten years, which is pretty fucking awesome, and we all agreed that it was time to meet up for a not-sad, not-wedding reason (not that there's anything wrong with weddings, but it's difficult for the wedder to get down). So we did! At that sassy girl with the arm's family cabin in upstate New York. We had a really lovely time. We drank wine and ate food and hiked and caught up and went swimming (skinny dipping in some cases). We revealed painful truths and cried and had a lovefest. It was like Sex in the City meets The Witches of Eastwick but with more girls, less sex (zero, actually) and more fun.
I've been through some tough shit with those girls. Seeing them, I remembered why we became such good friends in the first place. They get me in a way that other people down. They have five hands in the formation of now-me. And they understand me, in ways other people never could, by virtue of the trials we've passed together. We are all facing the same frustrations and obstacles now. They are like five mirrors reflecting back at me, revealing different sides of myself. I don't always like the things I see in the mirror (literally and figuratively), but seen through the prism of my lovely friends those things get scaled down to their proper size: miniscule.
So often lately I feel like an outsider. A loner. That's okay. I'm trying to embrace my introvert, and to be okay with loneliness although it's not my first choice. But seeing those ladies reminded me that I do have a very deep community. Just because it's not within reach at all times makes it no less real. Those
I'm not wild about the idea of traveling any time soon. I need a break. But I'm really glad I took the time to make that trip. And even my desire to get home to LA two days earlier than I was supposed to is okay. Because I realized that although I lately feel like I'm awash in the flood at the end of O Brother Where Art Thou, LA is my home now. And even though I don't always know what road I'm on or where it leads, there are five ladies all over the country wearing matching shoes, worrying about the same blisters on their feet.