Goodbye Bestie

Labor Day always seems to mark the end of summer. The school year is starting and the crisp Fall air is about to blow in. It’s a bittersweet time of bidding farewell to fun in the sun and saying hello to a new chapter. This couldn’t be more true than for my best friend who is moving across the country, literally as I type.
Our kids are exactly the same age, we lived a few streets from one another, and we could share every detail of our lives together knowing that judgement was never passed. It is so rare to find that true friend who you know you can trust implicitly, who loves you and your kids almost unconditionally and who will call you on your shit and go to bat for you all at the same time. You can imagine my devastation that she and her crew are 40,000 miles high and flying fast towards an exciting new adventure.
True, I have an adventure of my own imminently approaching, but not one as exciting as they’ve embarked on. I can dwell on my own selfish doom and gloom knowing that I can’t call her and go for a walk after we drop the kids at school next week, but I have to keep reminding myself that I’m happy for them (as long as they move back within the two to five year timeframe I’ve been promised). It is courageous to step out of your comfort zone and accept a challenge, no matter what crossroads you come upon in life. No one knows what cards they’ll be dealt and the mark of one’s true character is shown when one is met with adversity. It is then that the priorities and values you hold dearest are clearly displayed for all to see.
I admire my best friend for showing her kids what’s most important. As long as they’re together, they can do anything and take on any challenge. The happiness and sense of accomplishment of even one family member can radiate through the rest of them bringing them warmth and joy like a sunny day burning through the clouds. They are going to have memories that will last a lifetime, new experiences they can grow from and a family unit so strong that they will know they can do anything under the sun. It’s going to be tough at first, but a new routine will form soon and adaptation will turn into adoration. At least that’s what I tell myself too. Good luck, Bestie, we will be there to visit as soon as we’ve both gotten into our new grooves (or tomorrow, according to the big girl).

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