To be frank, I had a really hard time making friends growing up. I’m not going to dwell on this part too much, but let’s just say my ability to make friends was as much of a challenge as Harry Potter’s quest to find the Horcruxes – not impossible, yet fairly difficult. There are a number of key people in my life, friends I’ve met along the way, that have no idea the great effect they had on me; there are some that I won’t ever be able to thank for that.
However, this week’s post is on one friend, not the whole lot of them that I’ve made on the way. Without further ado, my friend for this weeks 52 Weeks of Gratitude Challenge is Cody.
During our first year of undergrad, I believe we met through mutual friends. I say this for I really have no recollection of how we actually met – but I’m so glad we did. We were both in the concurrent education program at the time, though I left eventually and she continued to pursue her degree in teaching. We still shared a lot of classes though. She’s now living the dream, teaching in the UK and exploring the world! I tell her that I live vicariously through her, hoping to one day live such adventures myself.
Cody (a.k.a. Alice) is an amazing person, with a beautiful heart and colourful soul. A proud cat lover and highly educated vegan, she’s open to trying so many things and exploring what life has in-store for her. Her nickname’s Alice, for I gave a bunch of friends Disney princess/female heroine names to match their personalities in first year…oh yeah, I know how to adult.
Our undergrad years were phenomenal! Her and two other roommates (who are also dear friends of mine) were basically the three I stuck with; I was the “unofficial” roommate of the apartment. We did SO much…it’s kind of amazing and astounding: going to parties, singing “Captain Jack Sparrow” mildly intoxicated in the streets at a completely unreasonable hour, taking fun photos, coordinating Halloween costumes as special themes, did arts and crafts, playing weird board games…time spent with Cody was and continues to be a blast.
I don’t think she realizes it, but our friendship came at the perfect time. Since I basically had no friends until later elementary and high school, my confidence has always been fairly low. Working up the courage to tell people how I feel, that I’m not as brave as I appear to be, and knowing that my confidence was the size of a peanut were major struggles throughout my early 20’s. I also lost many friends for a variety of reasons from high school, basically having my books and musics as my comrades. Yet Cody opened me up, letting me know it’s okay to have anxiety and sometimes feel nervous. I could be myself with her; sometimes grumpy, sometimes happy, sometimes a wreck, sometime a borderline psychopath. It reminded me a lot of the characters in Milne’s “Winnie-the-Pooh”, for the creatures in the Hundred Acre Woods liked Piglet even though he was a nervous wreck and welcomed Eeyore’s company even though he showed signs of depression. I didn’t have to be perfect – I could be me.
I love her as though she were my sister, my family – even though we haven’t seen one another in so long, I still feel a strong bond that I don’t even think time can erase.
Thank you “Alice” ❤
Pssst…side note…she has a blog too! Check it out! Link!
That’s it! Thank you for reading!