Written by Olivia Maree Davis
It was around 5am when I got in the Uber home and the realisation set in that my friends would be showing up to my house in a few short hours.
I appreciated the irony that I had told them all earlier that night to take it easy when I was the one that stumbled home with hickeys down my neck.
Upon everyones arrival there was champagne being poured, party poppers going off and photos being taken. I went inside with Andre and he gave me a card and some photo’s of us together framed. The sentimentality of the gift and a moment of quiet was cherished but short lived as the bus turned up a minute later.
Boarding the bus was an enchanting bustle of good energy and excitement. The champagne was still being passed around and the music was pumping.
I felt loved and thankful to have found this group of people, as during adolescence I never truly felt apart of a group.