I recently found out another good friend is moving away.  And, she’s moving even further away then any of our recent friends who moved. As in, she’s leaving the country and literally moving to the other side of continent.

I’m happy for her and her husband.  In fact, I’m thrilled for them as this move is the result of some very hard work paying off.  It’s a good thing for them.

But, as I told her, I’m sad for me.  I’m going to miss her so much!!

It feels like we haven’t even been friends for that long – we met at my last job (you know the one with the not so nice boss). When I left the company we kept in touch, in fact, she’s basically the only person I chose to keep in touch with.  We actually go for lunch together every few weeks.

She’s truly a remarkable women, and I’m so glad I’ve been able to get to know her over the last few years.  She puts up with my inability to keep a regularly scheduled lunch date for the life of me.  She always shows up to lunch looking immaculately put together (like seriously, she’s one of those people who just looks fantastic everyday).  Yet, she does doesn’t seem to care that I show up in yoga pants, some sort of hoodie and maybe a hat, because working from home evidently means I don’t always put my best foot forward in the world of fashion.  She also puts up with me on the days I’m so chaotic I probably don’t make much sense.  She even tolerates me showing up 10 minutes (or more) late sometimes.  She listens to my crazy and always offers amazing words of advice and makes me smile.  But more then this, she also has supported me through so many of our losses and shared her own horrible experiences with me.  She supported me through our adoption path and she’s loves our son and let’s me talk about him all the time.  She shares her life with me, and I’ve been so honoured to be part of her life.

Basically, she’s amazing.

And, now she’s moving. I know there is still a real chance we’ll see each other again as she’s moving to the State Baby MPB was born in.  And, I know one day we will take Baby MPB to see where he was born (maybe once Trump is out of office….).  But, I also know we wont have our regular lunches anymore.  She’s not moving right away, so we can continue our poorly scheduled lunch dates for a few more months, but the fact is she’s still moving basically halfway across the world means I have to say goodbye to yet another amazing friend.

And so, while part of me wants to selfishly cry, I’m going to just focus on enjoying our visits.

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