So, there I found myself running through my neighborhood with my bright pink new Nike tennis shoes on, music blaring in my ears, and tears streaming down my face in the middle of the night. How did I get here? Physically and mentally…

I suddenly remember the fight I had just had with my mother, and felt like I had taken a time machine to year 2008 when I was sixteen years old. That was the last time I remember yelling at her like that. What is going on with me? Overwhelmed. Stressed. Confused.

As I come up to my drive way, out of breath and confused, I run straight down to the basement and pick up my phone. Yes, I really do feel like I’m a hormonal sixteen year old girl once again. I call my best friend and soon-to-be roommate. “Are you at home?” I ask. She hears the weary and tears in my voice, and tells me to come to her.

After a thirty-five minute drive that consisted of driving way too far over the speed limit and music blaring out of my car speakers, I reach my destination. There I am greeted with two smiling faces running up to me, with freshly made (and delish) cupcakes being forced in my face. We spent the night ranting, giggling, and taking a late night swim.

Finally, I realize I know what it’s like to have good - REAL - girl friends. Our group is like the Sex and the City group, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.