Last night my friend Samantha and her girls came over to my house for a going-away dinner. In two days they will leave for Pennsylvania and instead of my good friend being a 20-minute drive away, instead she will be 12 hours away.
635 miles, to be exact.
I know, because I just googled it.
I am wallowing in self-pity this morning. In a few minutes, I will go outside and bathe my body in the bright sunshine, letting it warm me up when I feel so cold.
I am struggling with how much I want to say here. Very easily, I could make myself sound like a basket case. Maybe that wouldn’t be so far from the truth. To be honest, I am scared.
It has always been hard for me to make good friends. I’m the kind of person who prefers to have a few really close friends rather than a lot of acquaintances with whom I can’t really be myself. Considering the fact that I have a different sense of humor than a lot of people, I can really be quite shy and aloof at first, and relatively often stick my foot in my mouth, the pool of potential girlfriends is quickly drained.
I have been very lucky, though, that I have made several friends here in Kentucky.
One of them is Samantha.
We met when we were both pregnant and I hadn’t even lived here a year yet.
We’ve been through a lot. That’s as much as I want to say.
I would love to share some pictures with you, though!
Yes, I am going to miss you both, but our friendship can continue to grow despite the distance.
Besides, now I have a reason to go on vacation in PA! And it’s not that far from NYC.