(Brooklyn Bridge Park)
When I told my sister that we were officially moving to Boston, one of the first things she said was, "I bet you're really going to miss your book club."
That probably sounds very strange, given how many major things go into a move, like apartment hunting, new jobs, leaving behind a great city you've lived in for years. But it was also a fairly accurate assessment of what I anticipate missing the most as a result of our move.
Most of the women I know talk about how difficult it can be to form friendships as a grown-up person. Perhaps you're lucky enough to work in a fun, young office and you've made a few friends there. Maybe you also make friends with your spouse's colleagues. Or through a neighbor, or at a party, or during running club.
But forming a group of girlfriends, like the one you probably had in your college days, is far more difficult. I feel so lucky to have been a part of one for the last couple of years. My book club is made up of eight super-smart, super-gorgeous ladies. We give each other advice on our careers and what to put in our Netflix cues and dating and the best new boots to invest in. And of course we have long, intellectual discussions about literature. Of course!
Thank you, book club ladies, for being such a fabulous group of girlfriends to me. I adore you all so much, and can't wait to drink lots of wine and have a Tarot reading on my first visit back to NYC. XO!