Admittedly, as I’ve gotten older, my sleepover rate has diminished dramatically. Compared to the amount of people I had sleeping over in high school, my sleepovers these days are pretty pathetic. I’d say part of it is because as you get older and gain more freedom, you don’t have to rely on sleepovers to see your friends like you did in high school and primary school – you can just go out as you please and basically see them whenever you want. It’s also because I’ve come to really love spending time by myself. I’ve come to enjoy spending much more time with my parents as well. I thoroughly look forward to that one hour drive to my parent’s house on a Friday night and then spending the weekend talking and hanging out with them.
But that doesn’t mean that it’s still not totally fun and exciting when I do have a friend sleep over. And last night my good friend Mel stayed with me at my parent’s beautiful house, an hour outside of Sydney.
(Mel’s left eye looks a little strange because she informed me that she is slightly allergic to dogs… after spending the night in a house with 2 dogs. And waking up with a swollen eye.)
I’ve known Mel for a little over a year now after we met working shifts at JB Hi Fi. Since the day we met we’ve been basically inseparable and today she is one of my best friends and somebody I admire very much. She’s friendly to everybody and she inspires me with her positivity and her generally wonderful outlook on life. She is somebody who is always there when you need a shoulder to cry on or if you need someone just to listen to you bitch about that horrible day you just had. She says the things you need to hear when you need to hear them. She is fiercely loyal and I wouldn’t trade her friendship for anything.
If I am nervous about something or I am unhappy about something, she builds me up until I have the confidence to conquer whatever it is that is in front of me. She truly believes in her friends and does everything in her power to make them feel loved.
So having her sleep over was so much fun, even though we are well and truly past sleepover days. Yes, sleepovers are definitely a little different when you’re 23 compared to when you are 13.
I remember being a teenager and being so excited to have one of the girls sleep over and talk about the boys we had crushes on. We’d gossip about the party of whoever just turned a year older or about school but bloody hell we spoke for hours about boys. Maybe we’d break it up with a movie but then we’d always fall asleep discussing our boy catching strategies. And it’s so nice to see how things change as you get older. Our love life doesn’t impact our lives as much anymore. Not in the same way they did back then. Now we can spend hours talking about our lives. Catching up on our work and our travels. It’s a beautiful evolution and I must remind myself to invite my friends over to stay the night much more often.