**In case you haven’t noticed-Tom is out of town. Thus I have the ability to frivolously waste time blogging**

Today Cara and I were talking on the phone and we realized we have now been friends for 10 years. A whole freaking decade. That may not seem very long, but at 24, I think that’s huge. We have stayed friends through one of the hardest parts of life: growing up. She even said to me this morning: “We are, like, grown-ups now.” To which I replied “Ew”.

Cara and I met the “jumpstart” day of Freshman year. The day where you have to go to school without the big, scary upper classman there to bother you. We became instant friends. Although, we weren’t always “best” friends. Sophomore year we rarely talked-She hung out with the “cool” girls (read: bitches) and I had my band friends (although I wasn’t in band and can’t play an instrument). It wasn’t until the end of junior year we became really close again and that lasted through graduation. We stayed close through her move to Seattle, my move to Connecticut, my move to Seattle and her move back to New Mexico.

Cara came out to me (even though I already knew) and she is (to this day) the only person on earth who knows every deep, dark secret about me. In fact, I can’t think of one thing she doesn’t know. We partied like crazy (fake IDs and all) and hated every human being that wasn’t us. We have gone for months without talking, but we both know that we we finally do connect-it’s like nothing has ever changed. I know that she will not judge me-no matter what. I know that when no one else understands me, she will. We have an unspoken understanding not to take anything personally and if we do . . . well. . .I don’t know. It’s never really happened. I have been friends longer with her than the people I am supposed to be closest to now (supposed to be-maybe not so much).

Cara recently had a baby. I remember when she told me and how we decided that it was going to be OK. We live thousands of miles apart, but it doesn’t feel that way. She always, always has time to talk. When I call her at midnight, freaking out over . . . .whatever (well let’s face it, I freak out a lot) she knows what to say.

It hasn’t been perfect. I have done things that haven’t always been the best decision and vice versa . . . but I never thought our friendship would end.

I consider myself truly lucky. Thanks Cara.