I’m going to a going away party tonight. I’m not sure I can say who it’s for, but most of you who’ve been reading me for several years would recognize the name if I mentioned it and you’d all be, “whoa! No way!” and I’d be all, “I know!” And then we’d start reminiscing and stuff. But that’s not the point. The point is, I’m a little bit sad and yet, I’m really quite happy for my friend and the adventures said friend will be having in life.
Additionally, it looks like it’ll be a going away party for Sean, too. He leaves tomorrow for Lemoore. We haven’t had a chance to see each other since he got back from Iraq, but then again, he’s been busy and that’s okay. At least we’ll be able to catch up tonight.
And then there’s another part of the celebration: one of our friends, Gracie (occasional commenter here), just got married. As in last weekend. I finally get to meet her beloved. Can you believe that? She’s known him long enough to fall in love, get married, and I haven’t even met the guy.
So how can I possibly be sad when my friends are all starting exciting new lives? For two of them, yes, they’ll be venturing far afield and we’ll be lucky to catch up maybe once every year or two. But really, when I think about it, friendship isn’t about how often you see each other or how often you email, exchange phone calls, or send Christmas cards. Friendship goes well beyond that. It’s about shared experiences and the admiration you have for one another. As long as you have that, friendships never really die. They just are.
With that in mind, I have a million things to do before the party tonight. I desperately need to shower. I HAVE to get to the bank so my bill payments don’t bounce (thank you, Dad!), and I need to find a way to squeeze in a twenty minute power nap.
If given the okay, I will post photos from tonight.