This week, one of my best friends left Tucson. Miss Button is living
in a new place and a new state and she's going to be gone for a long time. In
fact, she and I may never live in the same place again.
It takes a while for these things to become real for me. I
know intellectually that she's gone. I know that that outing to SkyBar with a
group of her close friends and a Tucson monsoon crackling in the distance was
the last such a one for a while (at least until she visits for Christmas). But
it just hasn't really sunk in yet that she's gone. In fact, even as I was
dropping her off after that last outing, I forgot even to give her hug. Of
course she didn't need a hug. Where was she going anyway? (don't worry; she didn't forget she was leaving the next day, and reminded me. She's cool like that. I'm the asshole.)
And she isn't really going away. This friendship was not
some fledgling one. Its a fine, stout, hearty friendship, based on shared
experiences and shared interests: road trips and trans-Atlantic flights, dancing
and singing, learning and teaching, break-ups and hook-ups (ok, not many of
those), and all of the other things that make a friend one of the best. So I
know we'll keep in touch. I'll make it a priority and I know she will too. I'm excited to go visit her in her new habitat and to hear about all of the amazing things she'll do.
But as the realities sink in, I know it won't be the same. I'll just keep my fingers crossed that life plunks us both down somewhere in the vicinity of each other....and in the meantime, well, frequent flyer miles are a beautiful thing.
Bon voyage, mon amie! Bonam fortunam tibi!
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