This doesn't come as a surprise to me, since I've seen it happen to others and people who have experienced it have told me that you feel as if you've known someone your entire after a few hours of being their roommate, but nevertheless, this is still the first time I have actually experienced it for myself as a reality instead of just an idea.
It's not the same as high school friendships. Heck, what is? The relationships I had in high school were built over the course of eight years, spanning over several stages in my life from my preteen years to my early adult life. It can't be replaced. Yet that doesn't mean that all successive friendships are inferior. In all my high school history, I was never invited to hang out after school. My social wasn't day-in/day-out, just day-in, and with the exception of my cousin these relationships didn't extend beyond the walls of education.
The friends I've made in college are people I will come back to after my classes and get to know more in my spare time. I will actually live with some of them, and we will share the same home. It's a more adult relationship. It's about a bunch of guys being in the same boat and creating roommate agreements that they carry through with. And really, I am sure that I will do things that I wished I could have done with my high school friends, such as hang out and have our nights out, doing whatever we think will be entertaining. I also look forward to the many friends I will be making in the clubs that I will be joining as I begin to discover people with similar interests and energies.
It's not a replacement for high school friendship. As a matter of fact, I still think that for a long time I will still consider my best friend from high school to be my best friend, even from a long distance. I will arrange to meet him on the holidays and I hope that we're still there for each other over our lifetimes. He was the one person in high school who was close to a college friend, because at times our personal lives would intersect and we would lend each other helping hands. I'm not an old man yet, so I can't say what means the most to me yet. Nostalgia might win me over in time, as it usually does. My all-time best friend, in my mind, is still my first one, the teenage young woman who was nice to me when I was a broken eight-year-old child of divorced parents.
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