Who can honestly say they don’t miss college? At least a little bit. I certainly cannot. I miss the oh-so-cleverly-thought-up themed parties, the documentary nights, the mac and cheese, the super cheap shows, Craigos Pizza (buffalo chicken…yum), waking up at 7am to walk up the hill in -20 degree weather to Anat and Phys…wait…
But, of all the wonderful things college brings, the thing I miss the most are the friendships I created during those 4 (and a half) years. And though I’m awful at keeping in contact with most of those friends, I think about them on a daily basis and will always be grateful that our paths crossed, even if just for a moment.
One of those friends who will always be dear to my heart is Ms. Maia Laura Pothier. We spent many nights talking laaaate into the darkness about life and love and everything in between. She's the one who put ranch on her cocoa puffs (and ate it, mind you), tripped on a pebble and put a huge hole in her knee, ate Pizza Hut or Fong's every night of the week for about a year, and whose biggest fear was looking like an old, Turkish woman. She’s one of those friends that, although you don’t talk for months, it’s as if nothing changed. After taking an exceptionally long break this last year, we finally re-connected….in the bitter cold north that I call “home”.
Maia had a 2 week break back in L.A. between trips to Bulgaria and she decided (last minute) to make a little detour up to visit her old friend. We spent five days laughing, reminiscing, catching up, telling stories, eating good food, and although I tried to kill her on a couple outings (as is customary with my guests), she survived and had a great time doing it….I hope. I don’t know if she took my “it’s cold up here!” warning quite as seriously as I meant it.
But, of all the wonderful things college brings, the thing I miss the most are the friendships I created during those 4 (and a half) years. And though I’m awful at keeping in contact with most of those friends, I think about them on a daily basis and will always be grateful that our paths crossed, even if just for a moment.
One of those friends who will always be dear to my heart is Ms. Maia Laura Pothier. We spent many nights talking laaaate into the darkness about life and love and everything in between. She's the one who put ranch on her cocoa puffs (and ate it, mind you), tripped on a pebble and put a huge hole in her knee, ate Pizza Hut or Fong's every night of the week for about a year, and whose biggest fear was looking like an old, Turkish woman. She’s one of those friends that, although you don’t talk for months, it’s as if nothing changed. After taking an exceptionally long break this last year, we finally re-connected….in the bitter cold north that I call “home”.
Maia had a 2 week break back in L.A. between trips to Bulgaria and she decided (last minute) to make a little detour up to visit her old friend. We spent five days laughing, reminiscing, catching up, telling stories, eating good food, and although I tried to kill her on a couple outings (as is customary with my guests), she survived and had a great time doing it….I hope. I don’t know if she took my “it’s cold up here!” warning quite as seriously as I meant it.
Love you, "Maija"!
