I was out of town yesterday - Santa Barbara, to be exact. My dear friend and her family are moving to points east and they held a huge going-away party. Being that we have been friends since kindergarten, it was only natural that I attend. The party was great, their SB network of friends and co-workers is great - it was all in all a wonderful day.
As I was saying my goodbyes to N and her husband, I started to cry. Those of you who know me know that I am a big old sap and will cry over the smallest thing, so this reaction isn't a surprise, but their pending departure hit me more than I expected. Not that I thought I wouldn't be affected by their moving, mind you; I just didn't realize how much so until the end of the night.
To be honest, N and I didn't get to see each other as often as we had liked. Our get-togethers were few and far between because we both have things called lives, but we always talked about my coming up for a weekend, and that? Never happened. I know now, after mulling over my reaction on the drive home, that although we didn't spend a lot of time together, N and I were and have always been close, and I took great comfort in knowing that if I ever needed her, she was just a drive away. And now she won't be. She will now be more than a few hours, a flight and a few hundred dollars away, and that makes my heart ache.
Don't get me wrong - I'm really excited for N and her family as they start a new chapter in their lives. I am just really going to miss my friend, as well as all the opportunities we had over the years to make time for each other but yet did not take. Sigh.
(This can only mean one thing: I will have to make plans for an East Coast Trip now!)
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