Keeping with the current train my life is on right now — “Oh my God. I just realized I’m a senior in college and I don’t know what the Hell I’m doing.” — we’re going to talk about what to do when you realize growing up means growing apart.

Yes, I realize I’m probably being a bit overdramatic, but, honestly, when am I not? This all started about a month ago when one of my roommates/sisters/besties announced she could possibly have a real job offer soon and might be moving back to Nashville for the rest of her college career or even the rest of her life. Obviously, I was ecstatic for her, because this is exactly what she wants to do with her life, and it’s an amazing opportunity.

Then, I realized this would actually mean two of my besties are moving back home for their last semesters of college. Plus, two of my favorite guys that have always sworn they would make “Future Bae” jump through hoops for me won’t be there to protect me anymore. Then, I realized that I graduate in 391 days. Then, I started to think about how long it had been since I last talked to my high school best friend and how much I miss my other Emilee. That’s when I started to fall apart at the seams a little. Okay, maybe a lot.

But here are some tips to keep your friends close and your best friends closer:


Call them, beep them, if you want to reach them.

A simple, “Miss you!” or, “So I saw this pineapple today that totally reminded me of [x]” will remind them you’re there. Even if you’re 1,000 miles away, correspondence is key.

Reunion party.

My friends and I plan on getting together for Earth Day. No matter where we all end up, we’ll reunite at someone’s house. Since all the important holidays are consumed by family and obligations, we’re going to celebrate the small victories. We may even plant a tree.

Stay united. 

The simplest solution is to stay together. Pull a “How I Met Your Mother” or “Friends” or “Golden Girls” and live together forever and never accept the fact that you’re grown adults and it’s actually a little strange.


After writing this, I realized I don’t have to worry about. I have made bonds with these people that are going to last me 17 trillion lifetimes. I could move across the world tomorrow, and we would still keep in touch because our friendship is that strong.

Then, I realized that’s total fairytale bullish*t. My four best friends, my “framily” and I, we probably won’t make it. The two couples with whom I have spent three and a half years of college, one un-toppable spring break and countless good times will all move on to bigger and better things. We will all grow up. And that’s OK, because I have made bonds with them. They have changed me and my life for the better. They will always be in me heart and only a group text away.

Your friends will be, too.


Hugs, kisses and all my best wishes.