on friendship

This is Cherrie. She is wise and curious and she makes me laugh. She is a good friend.

Yesterday, Cherrie and I went to the Jewish Museum together, but we almost didn’t go. Or to be exact, I almost didn’t go. On Friday I was feeling frazzled because I had broken my laptop and I was behind on homework and an application. (As a side note, despite the fact that the apple person said my computer was filled with water, I am currently typing on it until it blows up my face.) I felt like going to the museum would be a big ordeal and that I needed this weekend to catch up.

But Cherrie, good friend that she is, sent me a five-point list of why we should hang out and go to the museum, one point being “I just really wanna hang out with you as an old couple”.. and this is how we felt, walking through Central Park on a Saturday afternoon.

The museum was enlightening, the walk refreshing, and the funny thing was, time passed slower when we were together than when I was at the library.

Another friend of mine sent me the sweetest text this morning. This spring semester of junior year has been quite difficult already, but I am reminded for the 999th time that it is when I want to shut myself in my room that I need my friends most, and in fact I don’t know what I would do without them.

Can we tell I am a rather soppy human being?

Some more photos from Saturday, because Juliet and Cherrie are having a grand ‘ol time in the greatest city in the world (this is a Hamilton reference, I need to visit more cities before I could actually make this statement):