My
best friend is moving away
forever.
She will go to Seattle tomorrow, then to Canada, then on to Minnesota before spending a month in France, from whence she will return to San Diego to live and work.
I believe it is my privilege to act like a five-year-old about this. We both cried when we said goodbye, then I came home and told my cat "It's not fair!" about a million times, alternately putting food in the refrigerator and sitting on the floor, looking up at the ceiling. The cat showed no sympathy, but tried to bite me because I was sitting in her favorite place.
Of course, we have talked about visiting each other, and calling, and writing, but it's not the same.
It was a good day, though. I am very glad I got to say goodbye to Carissa, sad as it was. I got to go shopping for birthday and going-away gifts for my friends at the huge antique mall in Plano. And tonight was my friend Jennifer's 20th birthday party, so I spent the evening in good company, with good food... except I still hate cheesecake. It's hard to stay in a bad mood when there's Italian food, chocolate, and friends around.