In less than a fortnight, one of my closest friends will be leaving. She is embarking on an awesome opportunity to travel and work. She’s also relocating to the other side of the country. It wouldn’t be so bad if we lived in England - then it would just be a matter of hours until we saw each other instead of a matter of days or expensive flights. Sigh. I’m happy for her. I really am. I know that God has her where He wants her and she’s doing something that she’s wanted to do for a while. She’d been so unsettled for so long…it’s great to finally see her settled…and doing something that she enjoys. I am a bit jealous. I’d love to be able to see the country like she will. Selfishly, I would keep her here. I’ve been avoiding this for a long time, knowing it would come and smack me in the face. I am going to miss her a lot. She’s more than a friend. She’s a kindred. A soul sister. Our friendship has stood the test of time, impatience, miscommunication, anger, and anything else you can throw at a friendship. Once she moves, I’m afraid that I’ll have no one. No one that close who can relate on so many levels with me. I mean, I have my husband, of course. But he is by no means a girl friend, obviously. I have my other friends, who I am not as close with and that is evident on several levels. I hate feeling left out. I hate wondering why I wasn’t called to hang out with the group of girls. I think I’ve reached that critical point that I was dreading. That point where my single friends don’t think I’m cool enough to hang out with them anymore because I’m married. It’s kinda sad. And by kinda, I mean really. It’s really hard to communicate, “Hey, I’m still cool to hang out with! Come hang with me!” It’s hard to say, “I need a girls’ night” and get no response back from a fellow girlfriend. Maybe it’s just me. Maybe it’s me mourning the fact that I’ve never been a part of a “group” for more than a few years. Maybe my social butterfly quality has doomed me to social outcast status. C’est la vie. People move on. People move away. Friends drift away.
