
TAREN: tell me about someone you identify as a sister. when did you know? how does that bond manifest itself today?

TROIAN: Oops. I keep answering questions before you ask! Lulu and I met when we were 15. At this point in our lives we have known each other for exactly as long as we have not known each other. When we first met we were fast friends, best friends, and then we carried on a long distance friendship for many years after that. But I grew up with brothers. I always felt more comfortable being with the guys and so I have always been a little slow to trust when it comes to my female friends. Nothing against them, it’s just not my first language if that makes sense. I had more of a, “I will wrestle you into submission and then fart on your head to win this argument” childhood rather than a “can you braid my hair and give me advice about life.” But when Lu and I bonded, for real, for good, it was effortless. It was like our soul connection had always been there, and it had been, I just think I hadn’t given it the true value that I do now. And I do. Her friendship is like gold to me.

LULU: I met one of my soul sisters at summer camp when we were 15. She was (IS) this hysterical, smart, witty and funky girl from the big city of Los Angeles and I wanted so desperately to be like her. She had the craziest sense of style and didn't care who was watching or what they might think, she always just went with the gut and said and did what she felt. She challenged my beliefs and made me question the things I had just accepted as truth. I think when my soul first saw hers, it stirred and awoke to its true nature. Fate had put us in the same dorm at summer camp at YALE. We were born on the same day on a Full Moon Lunar Eclipse--her at 9:02 am and me at 9:09 pm. We have so many similarities and are also sometimes the exact opposites. My birth name is Lauren but after a week of camp she walked over to me and said, "Nope, you're not Lauren, you're Lulu." She was right. She saw me. And from that moment on, I was Lulu. Fifteen years later, the things that I first loved about her are still the things I love about her. We have lived on the other side of the country from one another, lived in the same city as one another, been roommates, I've moved into her old apartment and lived just over a hill from each other. We have experienced a lot of life "firsts," mourned lost love, danced until sunrise, and cooked countless meals together. She stood beside me on my wedding day as I married the love of my life. We have had sleepovers for 15 years, and though she is engaged and lives with her partner and I am married and live with mine, any chance we can get to fall asleep in the same room mumbling until sleep takes over makes my heart sing. Sleepovers don't happen enough as adults, but man, they are good for the soul. I can't hide from her...she sees straight through my bullshit and is never afraid to call it as she sees. She is the most patient + kind + beautiful woman that I am so fortunate to have recognized so long ago. It would seem to the world that she may have things "easy" but she works harder than anyone I know and somehow finds all of the hours in the day to do everything that needs to get done and still pick up the phone just to say "I love you. How are you doing?"
