Weekend Reset Anyone?

Remember when I stated I had real life reset buttons (my family in England)? Well I have two more in Nebraska. I am actually writing this blog post from the airport in attempts to somewhat calm me down and stop the tears. I miss my best friends already. I know I’ve spoken about them from time to time, but I don’t think I have actually explained our story, the reason why I am positive these two women are my soul mates.

You see it all began the summer of 2006, that confusing yet exciting gap between high school and college when I finally got the letter of who my roommates would be: Deli and the cheerleader. The cheerleader and I spoke quite a bit through email, but Deli? We could barely get her to reply, I was convinced she’d be the roommate I was going to ignore all year long. It was the complete opposite. We struggled through chemistry together, put up with the crazy yet thoroughly entertaining antics of the cheerleader and by the end of thanksgiving break freshman year, I had separation anxiety.

By the end of the year we had decided to move in together in an off-campus apartment and invited Dee in desperation of filling a vacant slot in the apartment. Before we all moved in, I disliked Dee. She was fresh off the boat from Kenya, she was (and still very much so) extremely bright, and she was obliviously innocent. It took a cold spring day of painting our hideous kitchen before I actually took the time to get to know her. That summer, which I believe is the only summer we spent together, was probably what built the foundation of this beautiful friendship. We were broke, we struggled, but we had fun through out the ridiculousness.

And there it began, the formation of DDY/DYD/YDD or as most of our alma mater classmates know us as, “A&T Inc”. I can count on one hand how many major arguments we have gotten into, but the memories… those are bountiful. I’ve always tried to be my own support system, I honestly think it’s a Nigerian thing. But it wasn’t till I met these two where I truly believed I didn’t need to be. From skipping classes to take me to the hospital, to the ridiculous shenanigans that could have definitely landed us some misdemeanor jail time we have honestly been through it and some. It is now to the point that people know we come as package… even with two flights between us.

When you can pick up the phone at any hour and repeatedly call someone at 3:32AM and know you will not get cursed out, that’s how you know you have wonderful friends,
When you use your lunch break to calm them down or call just to say hi, you know you have wonderful friends.
When you find out that they’re in the ER and you immediately want to call every hospital in the state to find out if they are okay, you know you have wonderful friends.
When your flight touches down in the state they live in and you immediately burst into tears and the entire plane applauds because “you’re seeing your best friends”, you know you have wonderful friends.

And I have the best of the bunch, I almost positive of this.

This weekend they treated me to a trip to visit them and it was just like picking up from the last time we saw each other, here are some clips: