A letter on Saturday

Side note: My grandlitte, Megan, has started a blog. Go follow her. =) 

Dear Friends,

You know who you are. I miss you. Especially our runs to Guthries, cool dips in Wescott Fountain, and nights of endless pleasure at the Strip. And by endless pleasure I mean sketchy bar hopping and the occasional low-down brawl. I never realized how much I needed you guys – not just for the laughter, insobriety, and quiet judgement, but especially for the company. Although I’ll be the first to admit that my new life is probably far more safe and healthy, I can’t help but miss the hilarious morning-after texts and hungover lunches spent piecing together our mistakes.

 There’s something to say about having a close-knit group of ladies who are willing to do whatever you want, whenever you want, just in the name of fun and for the sake of a good time. I’m feeling isolated and more out of the loop than ever. I took for granted the easy friendships that Phi Mu gave me. Social awkwardness is not exactly a quality that makes integration into a new town easy. I’ve forgotten what it takes to meet and connect with strangers so that they may become more than just acquaintances.

While I’m happier and more lucky than I ever thought I’d deserve to be and wouldn’t change a thing about my new life, part of me still yearns for the old Anna. I get pangs of jealousy when I see the young’ns checking in at the Pub or Lower Lounge.


I want to spend one more night complaining about the humidity on AJ’s top deck. I want to enjoy one last Florida State fall, tailgate hopping and skipping out on the game at half-time. I want to give the evil eye to just one more skinny little bitch at Proof, and I want to stalk my Little’s love interest through Mardi Gras and Floyds – just so that we have another reason to hate on him. I want to spend an evening NOT going to semi-formal…just because, and I want to get “to-go” Margaritas from Jose at La Rumba – even though he’ll end up getting fired because of us. Dare I say it, I even miss the fierce and fiery hatred I once felt about recruitment week and registering for classes on Blackboard.

 I want to apologize for being so lousy at keeping in touch. I know we’re all busy, and I like to use that as an excuse. I can’t wait until the day when we’re all in the same room together again, even if it’s not until my wedding in March.

*This post was scheduled ahead of time and saved for a day when I had nothing to say*


Compulsive snacker. Bleeding heart. Unhealthy obsession with Tom Hanks and cats. Florida State and Syracuse University alum.

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  1. i totally feel the same way sometimes. i miss having that close knit group of friends around to cause a ruckus with, but i also do love my quiet country life now. xox danathewonderforest.com

  2. Anna! We miss you!! This totally made me cry! I can't believe it is my senior year already. COME BACKKKKK!

  3. y'all look so pretty in all the pictures =]

  4. How did I miss this post?!?!?!?! omg the floyds part killed me! HAHA but seriously what would I have done without you?! Thanks for being my big, savior, best friend, partner in crime in bad decision making, margarator companion, and everything else. You made my college years what they were and I am having serious withdrawals being this far from you 🙁

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