In every life, there are those people who become like an extension of your family. When you get married, of course, you’re legit adding to your family. But that’s not what I’m talking about. I’m talking about the friends who have become such an important part of your life that they may as well be blood-related.
Most of the people that I wrote about by name in this blog fit into that category. But, I have to say, none more than Caitlin. Maybe it’s because she was a part of a work family first (Gillett-Hudson WAS a fam, trust me), and then when that family was no more, we stayed important to each other. Or maybe it’s because she’s just that awesome. Not sure. Either way, she has unfortunately been added on to the family by pretty much everyone, especially my little sister’s dog, Shaun. And now she’s stuck with us.
Saving Caitlin for last was a fail on my part. Not because she’s not the best, she really is. Honestly. But because now I’ve said such wonderful things about all my other friends, and I feel like Caitlin deserves even more than that. I doubt that I can pull it off, but I’ll do my best.
Caitlin has inspired a ton of smiles over the past five years. Let’s see:
– there was the time that we drove to Fulton in the middle of the night…on accident…
– the time that we went to Iowa and back in one night…on purpose, to see Frank Warren…
– the inappropriate pictures from after ResHall Ball…
– sing-along Grease!…
– any time period spent at the Diner…
– buying the black, peeing Cabbage Patch doll for that crazy kid…
– when I almost killed us both driving home in that blizzard…
– and just last year when I made my first real snowman in her front yard over Christmas.
You know what? Why don’t you just check the timeline for the rest, huh? Fbook has created that nifty thing, might as well use it, no?
There are a lot of other times that she’s made me smile, too, that go unnoticed.
The funny thing about Caitlin and Taryn is that they’re like my two halves – Caitlin is my more-sane side, I like to think. π Actually…maybe it’s the less sane side…eh, whatever. The point is, Caitlin totally understands my nerdy obsessions, even if she doesn’t agree with them, and she gets my crazy-ass insecurities even if she rolls her eyes at me the whole time she’s talking me down.
The great thing about this is that I’m totally cool just hanging out with her when I go to visit. And she’s one of the only people who I call without being under duress for some reason – just to talk, because it’s not weird. And I don’t have to pretend to be someone who’s a lot cooler than I actually am. The awful thing about this is that we don’t live in the same city. When I moved, I was so upset at the thought that I was going to lose the most amazing friend I had…and apparently for nothing.
Caitlin and I pretty much pick back up where we left off when we talk, even if I’ve been a recluse for a month. And I hope it will always be similar, no matter where our lives may lead us, because I know that my life is all the better for having someone great like her as my friend.
I admire this girl for her dedication to what she wants to do. I mean, come on, I bailed on my so-called dream career and found another when the going got tough. But Caitlin? She’s staring down years of schooling to do what she wants, and she’s not batting an eye. That’s persistence.
I also admire her for putting up with me. Yeah, I know, I’ve written a lot about people I’ve known longer than her, but my dad likes to moan and groan about how old he is by saying “It’s not the years, it’s the mileage.” This friendship has a lot of fucking mileage, both literal and figurative, actually. So I’m going to tell you right now – if I were Caitlin, and my friend were as bat-shit crazy as I am, we may not have made it this far.
For all of this and more, I love love Caitlin. So much so that I embarrassed her with this ridiculous blog, even though I’m moderately suspicious that she’ll hate every word and the fact that it’s public. Almost as much as she hates it when I refer to her as C$. But she knows I’m a crazy bitch, so it doesn’t really matter. π