Nostalgia, Part 3 of 4

Growing up my two best childhood friends lived

5 minutes away. We did everything together, and it was easy because we had grown up together, and knew everything about each other. When I came back to Charlotte, my friend group seemed to have shifted from my last time home. I only had one of my childhood friends who lived near me, and he studied full time so I hardly saw him. It started as a very lonely time. My schedule was way more open then everyone I knew, and would drive 20 minutes to the other side of town to get coffee because it was near where all my other friends lived, and got their coffee. I was bound to see someone. I spent hours and hours there, because honestly there wasn’t anything else for me to do. I would occasionally have work to do but I really just sat around drinking coffee with the hopes that I would run into friends or make new ones.

That plan worked pretty well, better than I expected. I made many friends during my trip to Charlotte. I made a lot of friends in their late 20’s early 30’s. Some single some married, some divorced. With my work I spend time with a lot of 18 to young 20 somethings. What we lack in maturity, we make up for in zeal, am I right? And so, I was able to have conversations with friends who have felt the same pains as me, experienced the same things as me, but had more time to process then I’ve had. I guess wisdom does come with age. These friendships were the highlight of my trip to Charlotte. I can’t stress enough how thankful I am for each and every one of them. With that being said, it made me leaving even more difficult.