A couple of years ago, suddenly all of my friends started getting married. Before that I would see passing Facebook posts of former classmates and co-workers and family friends, but out of nowhere it became people I actually loved and cared about and events that I was a part of. I don’t know how we all grew up so quickly. Luckily, the people I know are AWESOME, so all of the weddings we’ve been going to have been so much fun – a three day Mardi Gras Party in New Orleans, a full black-tie affair in New York, a barefoot wedding on the sand in Mexico. But I had been looking forward to this one more and more as our plans evolved – the chance to spend a few days with some of my closest friends before we took off. The bride was an old roommate of mine, who I moved into an apartment with as strangers, so many years ago, and immediately we felt like sisters. Slowly, her amazing group of friends enveloped me into the fold and became my amazing group of friends. Leaving these girls is one of the hardest parts of leaving New York. In the past six years, they have become my family and have given me and taught me so much; and year by year, one by one, the rotating line-up of boyfriends has stopped turning, and the boys we’ve brought in to the group have turned into permanent members. Fiancés and husbands. Family.