Today is my day off and I have a full to do list. So, in typical Stacy fashion, I decided to go to take an extra long shower, and go to the book store instead. 5 hours later, with Starbucks in hand, I should be ready to tackle my monstrous work load... but instead I decided that updating this blog for the third time in a week sounded like a better idea. 

I'll get to my to do list later. 

The reason I have so much to do is that, in nine days, Megan and I are moving into our new apartment. I'm totally freaking out with both excitement and anxiety and about ten thousand other emotions. But mostly excitement. 

Every Wednesday, the kids have gymnastics. (I promise this is relevant.) Their classes are back to back, so I spend  two and a half hours either trying to help the girls with their homework in a crowded room, or trying to keep Luke quiet and entertained. Most weeks, I see a girl there who is about my age. From her interactions with her kids, I've pretty much gathered that she is a nanny too, and I've already decided that we are going to eventually be great friends. (I'm good at that kind of thing.) 

Last night, one of the little girls she was with kept talking to Luke, and trying to give him hugs. Both of us were laughing at her lack of inhibition and for some reason I started to think back to the start of my friendship with Megan. 

During the second semester of our freshman year at Malone, we were in the same Psych of Human Development class. The class was a requirement for Psychology majors and Nursing majors. So, consequently there were probably about 40 people jammed into the room. Somehow, Megan and I ended up sitting next to each other. 

A few weeks later, the professor announced that we would all have to pick a partner and sign up to do a project. On the last day, when we were all supposed to have a partner, I handed the sign-up sheet to Megan (who I had never spoken to), and she asked if I had a partner... and the rest was history. 

Well, you get the point. 

Looking back, it seems like we became friends pretty quickly. I remember that she came to my dorm room one night to work on our project and we spend the whole time laughing, rather than working. That's the mark of a true friendship!

Flash forward five years later, and I can without a doubt say that she is the best friend that I've ever had. 

It's crazy though. I feel like we have both changed so much. She isn't the quiet girl with bangs that sat next to me in that class. I'm not the insecure and afraid girl that sat next to her either. We have both been through so much, both good and bad, over the last five years. It is really just incredible that somehow we ended up here. At similar places in life, in the same geographical area, and ready to be full blown, rent paying adults. 

As I mentioned before, this is really scary. But, it is a lot less scary knowing that I'm doing it all with my best friend. 

Realistically, I know we have it under control. I've reworked my budget from every angle, accounting for every possible emergency or crisis... and it works. Our bills will be paid, I'll still have money to have fun, my savings account will never be empty... and our apartment is really freaking nice! 

So, I don't really know where this post is going.. I'm kind of just rambling. But, the moral of the story is this:

When you meet someone new, you never know how important they could end up being, and life is so good.