So my best friend is moving to DC tomorrow. Decision made, check. Going away parties held, check. Movers on their way to DC with her belongings, check. Final goodbye said to best friend, no. Why? Simply because I don’t want to say it. In my mind, if I put it off then it isn’t really happening until the said goodbye is, well, said I guess.
When I do have moments when I am a bit sad, I hear from myself and those around me “she’ll still be your best friend” or “now you have an excuse to go and visit DC”. I agree with those statements and know all of those things beyond a shadow of a doubt. BUT what I am sad about (and I only let myself be sad when she’s not around because I AM really excited for her and this stage in her life, so please know I am not crying all the time and saying “poor me”) is just simply not having her here. With us. In Charleston.
She and I have always joked that if we weren’t both girls we’d be perfect for each other and make a great married couple. We love almost all of the same things, and the things that I dislike, she usually loves so that when we go out to eat we can trade her onions for my tomatoes, and so on. She’s the closest thing I’ve ever had to a sister as we’ve not only been friends, but also roommates and lived together thus spending a LOT of time together. All in all, I’m just going to miss her presence, her love for country music and attending countless concerts together, our trips to the Fair together, road trips, shopping with stops for pretzels and fountain cokes, etc…
I guess goodbye is inevitable, but it doesn’t make it any easier.