• accordingtobrandi

I'll Fix Your Crown If You'll Fix Mine

Deciding to drop everything in my life in America to move to Europe, was possibly one of the best decisions I have ever made in my life. If nothing else, it is definitely where I met and now have the best friends I've ever had in my life."

I met these women at a time in my life when I had no clue what my life was supposed to be. With a failed relationship of eight years behind me, nothing more than the prospect of uncertainty and financial instability in front of me, I had no idea where to turn. And it was at this exact moment that I realized these AMAZINGLY talented women were turning to me! And I had no idea why...

“They say nothing last forever; dreams change, trends come and go, but friendships never go out of style.”

I thought I knew what real friendship was. I thought I knew what it felt like. The girl whom I have known the longest? That girl secretly hates me. The one who knows the most secrets about me? That girl has aired most my dirty laundry. The ones who publicly declares me her best-friend every chance she gets? (Insert eye-roll here) That girl talks more shit about me behind my back then anyone I know. But they had to be my real friends right? Absofuckinglutely, one million percent WRONG. I mean DEAD WRONG.

When It's Real, It's Right

I am typically a guarded person. But when you move halfway across the world to a foreign country, where you don't speak the native tongue, or have a clue as to what your future looks like, or if you're going to make it , you kind of have to open up. And boy am I glad I did. I met the most amazing women throughout my travels. I am not even sure they knew how lost I was. Because although I would never present myself as anything less than, highly educated, sophisticated, flawlessly dressed, and oozing confidence that screams "I'm okay. It's all okay." The real truth was, I didn't know if I was okay or not. I soon found out that it didn't matter to my new friends, my real friends. And that is what they were. REAL FRIENDS. We were all just a group of highly educated, sometimes sophisticated, sometimes the complete opposite of sophisticated, sometimes happy, sometimes sad. Sometimes we had money, most times we had very little money. Sometimes we got it right, but most times one of us, or all of us, got it so profoundly fucked up. However, what we all had one trillion percent of the time, was each-others back. And I miss that most days now that I am back in America.

"Truly great friends are hard to find, difficult to leave, and impossible to forget.”

Find Your Tribe. Remember Their Greatness.

The truth of the matter is, I am so happy and proud to be an American, to live in America, and to be back in America. But the friendships look different here. They feel different here. They look like superficial smiles. They feel like people bidding you farewell so they can tear you down as soon as your presence fades from a room.

I found my tribe in Spain. In Italy. In Portugal. In London. In Amsterdam. Danielle's genuine caring and stunning soul (just the most gorgeous person I have yet to meet, both inside and out) Jess! That laugh, that no nonsense attitude. (I don't know how I get though the days with out it) Bri's savage honesty and contagious enthusiasm. Hannah's unwavering purity. Cynthia's strong and proud sense of self and naked vulnerability. This is the shit the greats are made of. I count myself lucky to have had both types of friends, good and bad, the real and the fake. If it were not for the bad, I wouldn't have been able to appreciate how truly good the great ones are.

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