One of my longest, closest friends is leaving me this weekend. He is
ditching me for a zip code nothing like mine, a state with a different
name and a city at least four times the size of Louisville. My best
friend is moving away, he has obviously fallen and bumped his head,
and it sucks.
(That's the D.D. ((Debbie Downer)) Translation. See below for the
Saving-Face Translation.)
One of my longest, closest friends is taking a chance and following
opportunities for a happier, more prosperous existence. He is moving
to a city which offers him tremendous potential. I am ECSTATIC for
my friend and I support every move he makes--no matter how far!
If you're wondering which statement reflects my current mood, well...
you can just call me 'Debbie'.
Although I try to stay away from these personal, often-whiny subject
matters in this particular blog (I'm sure my private journal gets sick of it),
I can't seem to let this one go, folks. My buddy moved back to the Ville
in '09 just a couple of months after I moved back from Portland. For well
over a year now, we've enjoyed each others' company, confided in each
other, taken walks, grabbed meals, helped each other move, etc, etc.
We have lived away from each other for so long, so our co-existence
here has been one big, wonderful reunion. And now it is ending.
I knew this day would come. My pal and I are alike in many ways:
we've both relocated a few times to places where we know few people,
if anyone. We thrive on travel. We love experience. Fourteen months ago,
he told me that he was only coming back to Louisville long enough to
finish his degree--and then he'd be gone. He graduated during the winter,
informed me of his plans last week--and he'll be moving this weekend.
After a couple of restless nights and workplace daydreams (the kind
where I manage to have a paper in my hand to make it look like I'm
working), I have come to the conclusion that I have a more difficult time
than usual when close friends leave--because I'm the one who got use
to leaving others. I guess that only the master can beat the master.
For the record, I have always supported my buddy and he'll never lose
that support. We have known each other for over ten years--and I'm lucky
to have him in my World. Despite the change in location, we'll always
have the connection that matters most: that of the heart.
Godspeed, Mister. Know that you are one of the reasons why I don't feel
the need to rush out and find more friends. With close friends like you,
my tank never gets empty. I'm filled for life.
