When Matt and I ended our year-long relationship, I felt so down. Though I initiated the break up, I was so accustomed to having him in my life that I was in shock when I didn’t receive his usual “good morning” text. I literally did not move for a couple of days. My friends would contact me and ask me to go out, but I just didn’t feel like it. Devastated, I thought I would ruin everyone’s mood. And I just wanted to be alone.
After weeks of this, my friend Amy called me one night. “We’re picking you up. You better get dressed and get in the car,” she said.
I reluctantly got dressed, went outside and approached her car, which was already parked and waiting.
“We’re here to get you out of yo’ funk!” she said. In the back seat were my friends Erin and Keith, motioning for me to get in.
“Where are we even going?” I asked once strapped in. They were heading towards the highway.
“Well, it’s a full moon out so we’re going to go look at it on the beach. Keith brought his telescope,” Erin said. “Then we’re getting tacos.” My weakness.
We drove all the way to a beach in Staten Island in Great Kills Park, parked on the a lot and unpacked our things. It was cold but Amy had packed extra sweaters. We bundled up and headed to the quiet beach. Since were the only ones there, we decided to start a campfire. We laughed, we danced.
I didn’t think about Matt once.
At one point, we even ran away screaming in fear when we thought we saw someone in the public bathroom. Later, we huddled and sang songs while sitting around the campfire. It was unbelievingly soothing. And it was fun.
“Who’s hungry?” Keith asked, as he rubbed his belly. We all raised our hands and headed back to the car. Our next destination was a taco stand in Brooklyn.
We rolled down the windows and blasted the Goo Goo Dolls and Mumford and Sons. After a few songs, I realized my friends made a special playlist of all of my favorite songs just for me. My hair was flying in the wind and I felt unstoppable. I felt stronger than ever with my friends by my side.
After devouring a few delicious tacos at two taco places, we sat in the car and enjoyed our food coma. It was already so late, I assumed we were headed home.
“Off to our next destination!” Amy suddenly shouted. Where now?!
We ended up in Long Island City and parked near a park that has a beautiful view of the city. My friends climbed out the car and walked toward a construction site. Amy climbed under the fence and opened it for us. I followed their lead as she led us through the grass and bumpy dirt roads. What Amy was leading us to finally emerged. And it took our breath away. It was a completely unobstructed view of the city; there wasn’t even a fence. It looked dangerous but we all sat and dangled our legs off the ledge as we laughed and enjoyed that moment in time.
Our next stop was Manhattan, where we ate 1 dollar pizzas. Then it was to the Bronx. My friends made sure to take me to all five New York boroughs just to make me feel better. And it worked!
I have my friends to thank for getting me out of my funk. Although my breakup was difficult at first, their emotional support helped me move on. In that moment, my pals were my white horse, my knight in shining armor. Matt who?