Today’s maybe another sad-ish post.
I promise to stop writing them when people stop being brave enough to follow their adventures across the country, or the globe.
So never, I hope.
Last night we were out far too late (but somehow, not late enough) celebrating in wine and dance form, my beautiful friend Courtney.
Who told us last week that she was finally heading to China to teach, something we hadn’t been quite sure she was really going to do (mostly, maybe, because we were afraid she was going to do it).
She’s leaving tomorrow.
Courtney and I met at college in a dorm room when were were 19, but we didn’t really become friends until we found ourselves in Italy together one year later.
Thank God for second chances, right?
When I was in Rome, among the surplus of amazing things that happened to me was that I stumbled across a passel of girls (women- are we women now?) who continue to be my best, most important group of friends.
There we are, down Michaela, in 2004. We’re the kind of friends who sometimes spread ourselves apart to see what’s out there, but we’ve always known that at our center, when things get too scary (or so good that we have to share), we’ve always got each other.
And, there are, of course, other really important people who we’ve brought to the table in the past 8 years. Boyfriends, new friends, husbands, wives, we’re all just one tangled, connected group of people who’ve somehow managed to become more of a family than anything else.
And so Court, as you hightail it to the other side of the world and have the time of your life for the next 12 months, hang on to that string. Because no matter how far away you are chickadee, we’re always on the other end of it.