Originally posted on Medium.
Chrissy and I sat in our dorm’s common room and talked. Lack of sleep turned into hysteria and hysteria turned into a slew of heart-to-hearts. We kept those going long after our all-nighter, but usually did so in the light of day.
We were still adjusting and finding our footing as almost-adults. We leaned on each other (figuratively and literally) the entire year, finding comfort and solace in shared experiences mixed with our immense differences.
She’d speak about growing up in Brooklyn and school yard fights, and I’d tell stories of too many beers drank in the back of trucks. Though we grew up so differently, we found ourselves in the same place, sharing the same feelings and anxieties.
Our butts began to freeze as the sun went up. Unfortunately, we couldn’t see much of the sunrise from where we were sitting, but we found meaning in it anyway. We found meaning in everything that year:
Jean, our favorite security guard, came out of our building to smoke a cigar towards the end of his overnight shift. He was a campus favorite who affectionately referred to me as “my queen.” If not for him, I’d have gotten in a lot more trouble that year.
We chatted with him as our teeth chattered and eventually we returned indoors. (Author’s note: Jean made t-shirts with “What’s poppin?” on the front and “Everything is everything.”on the back. They were $15, but Chrissy and I dutifully purchased them. I still get asked about the shirt today.)
Chrissy transferred colleges after our first year. She was truly my first best friend at school, and was always up for walking around and talking. Without her, without all the conversations about things I’ve now forgotten, I don’t think I’d have found my footing as seamlessly as I did.
We knew we weren’t close to having it together, but we made the best of it. Whether it was long walks, movie nights, drunken dancing, rugby parties, or all-nighters for no reason at all; Chrissy and I talked and laughed through it.