It’s hard not to draw parallels to Sex and the City when there’s four best friends—each loosely falling into their role as the Carrie, Samantha, Miranda, and Charlotte of the group—stomping the streets of a big city. Four 20-somethings: two realists and two romantics. A little bit of back story, first, We met in high school as fresh-eyed and bushy-tailed freshman. It was 2006; three of us were in our district’s law program, one in global languages (and though we’ve each strayed from the our initial career interests, our respective classes were pretty spot on when it came to our personalities and paths). Making the school’s dance team was by chance: but it’s how we came to be a foursome. Ten years later—a.k.a. ONE DECADE—we’re still together. (Insert SATC quote about how your girlfriends are your soul mates, not the men we date.) Ten years. Enough time to cement a sisterhood (and go through enough sh*t where kind of have to stay together, because explaining old stories that are fundamental to current affairs to new people is a pain) so strong that it passes the test of long-distance. You guys: I think I’ve found the forever kind of love. Our annual-ish Washington D.C. reunion fell on…