If friends are the family we select, then my closest girlfriends and I have beautifully filled the void of being sister-less. I grew up as an only child, while my pals—Megan, Zoe, and Clara* (*not their real names)—each have brothers. Our friend Lisa* lost her sister to a long illness a couple of years ago, adding a poignant layer to our sisterhood.
We first crossed paths in college, forming a close-knit group that has now lasted for over 25 years—wow! Back then, our hair was voluminous, our sweaters oversized, and our eyebrows, well, they were a bit wild. We navigated the complex transition from The Breakfast Club to the realities of adulthood, creating memories that we can still laugh about today.
Our history is filled with the typical squabbles and deep affection that true sisters experience. By our junior year at a university near Boston, most of us shared a suite—the kind that attracted partygoers knocking at 2 a.m. with kegs in hand. On quieter evenings, Vicky would call me from her room next door to chat about pressing issues, like whether I would consider donating one of my eggs to her if she ever needed help with fertility—which, thankfully, she didn’t!
During our senior year, we shared a sprawling house in town, where debates often erupted over mundane things like who was responsible for buying toilet paper for the downstairs bathroom. But there were also carefree days spent driving to Walden Pond, enjoying the spring air and the beautiful New England scenery. I like to think of our friendship as a five-sided crystal—a pentagon of love, support, and the occasional bickering.
In the early years after graduation, we mostly stayed in the Boston and New York areas, but as life unfolded, we spread out across North America—New York, Washington, DC, Los Angeles, Fort Lauderdale, and Montreal. While I miss them dearly, the ache has softened over time, morphing into a comforting presence. In our younger days, it was crucial for everyone to attend trips—after all, FOMO was real before it was a hashtag. Now, after facing the heartache of losing loved ones and navigating life’s ups and downs, we cherish every gathering, whether it’s just two of us for a dinner or all five for a weekend getaway.
Recently, we had the joy of reuniting in Miami for a girls’ weekend to celebrate Zoe’s birthday. Over the years, we’ve learned each other’s quirks, and we even planned time for the shopaholic among us at Lincoln Road. I opted out of an art museum visit in favor of lounging by the pool, but I still managed to check out the one architectural gem I wanted to see. The coffee enthusiasts and the early riser fit in their caffeine runs and workouts without disrupting our rhythm.
Even with the occasional early wake-ups, scheduling disagreements, or snack splurges we never finished, we kept glancing at each other and smiling, recognizing our good fortune to still be together. With five different personalities, we don’t always align on plans, and that’s perfectly fine. Ultimately, what matters most is simply being in each other’s company.
When I became a mother to twin daughters, one of my concerns was not fully grasping the sibling dynamic. As an only child, it took me a while to learn about sharing space—like bathroom shelves—so I was anxious about how I would navigate this new parenting role. But then it hit me: I already have sisters. Even if I formed these bonds later in life, they’ve taught me invaluable lessons about negotiation, respect for individuality, and, most importantly, how to love and be loved—even when you drive someone crazy.
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In summary, the bond I share with my girlfriends mirrors the sisterhood I always longed for. Through laughter, tears, and life’s unpredictability, we’ve created a loving family of our own.