Happy Place

by Emily Henry

College. It still boggles my mind that we didn’t know one another before that, that a stodgy housing committee in Vermont matched the three of us up.

The most important friendships in my life all came down to a decision made by strangers, chance.

loved that first day of fall when we could do our homework with our windows open, drinking spicy chai or decaf laced with maple syrup and smelling the leaves curling up and dropping from branches.

i love the nostalgia of thus

My best friends taught me a new kind of quiet, the peaceful stillness of knowing one another so well you don’t need to fill the space. And a new kind of loud: noise as a celebration, as the overflow of joy at being alive, here, now.