An Ode to Old College Friends

I think I talk a lot about my bachelor’s chapter in Bremen, but I think I do because it was pretty formative, and it was pretty firkin’ magical. My bachelor’s university was a very weird manufactured small-scale version of temporary Utopia: a parallel world without rent; bills; cooking … and essentially full of funny nerds living next to each other and going to different theme parties every week and living through 9Gag memes. What’s not to like?

With that being said, Bremen was almost 10 years ago. Yet, in one way or another, we have still managed to stay in each other’s lives, either by accident or by intention. And that’s pretty sweet!

Colourful summer!

I was very lucky because many college friends ended up moving to Berlin, of all places, after graduation – which meant that whenever I visited Berlin, or later when I moved here, this place didn’t feel as foreign as it would’ve otherwise.

This year, for example, Jonida, Darima and Ornela really made Berlin feel like home for me right away! ๐ŸŒธ Surprisingly, despite Covid-19 and all, this year I also managed to meet up with old friends from outside Berlin too – including Vlad and Andreea.

So, all in all, I’ve been reflecting. We haven’t been college friends since 10 years (we haven’t even lived in the same country actually), but we always find our way to reconnect and meet up. And every time we do, it feels the same. There’s something very comforting about old friends seeing you grow. They remember your cringy sides and you remember theirs, and in a way, I think both parties remind themselves of how much humans can grow and change with time. ๐Ÿ’•

This post is to honour growing up and growing old with old friends. Thank you!

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