I had dinner with my friend Matt tonight. We’ve been hanging out a lot again lately, and I feel really good about that.
Matt and I have been friends for years. I met him just a couple of weeks after I moved into my very first place by myself (sans roommates), when I was 19. We had a mutual friend (a guy I’d met on Lavalife, actually) who brought him along to my housewarming party, and we were instant friends. There was never any sort of romantic connection between Matt and I, just a really great, easy friendship.
Matt is one of those guys who always says what’s on his mind, which is probably half the reason we get along as well as we do. But, he’s also funny and charming and extroverted. He’s one of those people who you just love to be around. The kind you always have a good time with. He’s one of the very few people I feel like I can be my complete self around.
It’s refreshing, really.
The parts of our friendship which I missed the most over the last couple of years, is how he always greeted me with a great big hug, how he had a tendency to call out of the blue and say “let’s go for dinner”, and how he’d just pop by for a visit and we would talk for hours. It was always so easy being friends with him, and I hate to think that I ever took him for granted.
I feel like things are in just the right place for me right now. My career is exactly where I want it to be, my finances are nothing to complain about, and while I’ve let go of a lot of friendships over the last couple of years… the ones I’ve held on to, or the ones that have come back to me, are stronger than ever.
Life is good, and I’m really lucky.