The year before I got married was one of the best years of my life (and actually the year before that year as well). Of course, I love being married to Christopher, and love the life we have made together in the past (nearly) four years, but the years that preceded them were so important. That was the year I moved out of my parents house and lived with my best friends, and the year where I really found myself (it’s cheesy and cliché, but so true).
The other day I finished watching The Office (for the third or fourth time) and something that Andy says in the last episode made me think. He says, “I wish there was a way to know you’re in the good old days, before you’ve left them”. I thought back to 2010-2012 and the times I spent with my best girl friends as a semi-single girl (my boyfriend at the time was serving a mission in California, so I wasn’t in a typical relationship). I feel like I did know at that the time that those would be my “good old days”. To this day, my sister-in-law (who was one of my roommates) and I still reminisce about those days of late night Pictionary games, people who annoyed us in Institute choir (and the names we made up for them), and spontaneous dance parties.
Having the wonderful friends that I did (and still do) in those crucial years, and the bond that we had has been a huge influence in my life. Without those girls, I would be a different person. I wouldn’t have grown as much as I did in my early 20’s, and I don’t think that Christopher and I would have gotten together — at least not when we did.
I’m so happy with my life right now, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything, but I do miss those good old days. Sometimes it’s enough though, just to think about elevator racing, bed jumping, or being the only ones laughing in a theatre (and that was just one weekend), and be reminded that the good old days are always there, and really, they never end.