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Great expectations

Sometimes I get so caught up in my expectations of how things are “supposed” to be that I forget just how amazing things really are.

Tonight, 15 of my favorite people filled my apartment with laughter and love and the reassurance that I am not alone in this city. They brought wine and games and candles and treats and flowers (Elizabeth!)!! But most importantly, they reminded me that I am loved by the people that I love.

I have such a tendency to get inside my head and let the anxiety take over; my life doesn’t look like the cast of FRIENDS or Sex and the City. I have friends from all walks of my life- college, old jobs and new jobs, football, the Internet, bars. They come from such a mismash of places, but they are mine and I love them. I spent 4+ hours laughing until my insides hurt, and then when I closed the door, I cried at how grateful I am to have found such amazing people in such a crazy city.

Reality is almost always different than my expectations, but in this case, I’m so very glad that I have this random collage of friends to share life with in the city I now call home.