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THE TRIP THAT GAVE ME MY GIRL'S GANG


People always say that a college trip is one of the most important journey of your life, at least in college. They say it either brings people closer or breaks bonds you thought would last forever. For me, it did the first. It brought us together.

Before the trip, I had friends in my class. A few girls I talked to, did assignments with, and went shopping at college stalls. We were friendly, comfortable, but that was all. We were friends, yes but more like companions. Nothing deep. Nothing that felt like my people.

But this trip changed everything.
Somewhere between long bus rides, shared rooms, and tired laughter, we became a girls’ gang. And that’s something I had always wanted from the very first day of my college life. I dreamed of it for so long. Sadly, it happened only at the end, when we have just four months left together. 

During the trip, I felt something I had never felt before in college. Belonging. The late-night talks that went on forever. The UNO games where we argued, laughed, and showed our fighting skills. Dancing on the bus, around the campfire, to loud DJ music without caring who watched. Roaming around the hotel at early morning like we owned the place. Waking up early, getting ready together, sharing mirrors, outfits, and sleepy smiles. It all felt like a dream I had carried in my heart for years.

And now, even though the trip is over, the memories stay. I miss those days. I will miss what we had during that time. But more than anything, I am grateful. Grateful that I got to experience this. Grateful that I finally had my girls’ gang, even if it's only for a while.

You guys made my college life beautiful.
You guys gave me memories I will always carry.

And I love you guys.
I really, truly love you guys 🥹💜

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