Time and distance.

Well The Jew is in town! (Hooray) We went out last night, myself, Goose, The Jew, her sister, and her sister's boyfriend.

I think it was the first time that I've really really been able to enjoy myself since you left...without sitting around all night dwelling on how much better it would be if you were there.

The Jew and I, we were thick as thieves when she moved away, just like you and I, and I was similarly distraught when she left. (Though I did have the benefit of knowing she was leaving) I wasn't really like my other friends at school at the time, even though we'd been friends for years and years. I just didn't fit in the group the same way I had when we were in grade school. (A lot of that I think was due to all of the stuff that had gone down in the 9th grade, and throughout Jr. High in general.) The Jew was that one piece that sort of held me in there.

After she left I migrated back to the old group from Jr. High, but it didn't last. There was no one particular reason, but it just didn't work. I'm sure you know what I mean when I say that. So for a while I just sort of ping-ponged back and forth between the two before I decided to just spend all of my free time working.

Anyway. What matters in all of this is that The Jew moved away more than 10 years ago, and still we manage to fall back into our old groove whenever she comes to town. We laugh and smile and goof around just like always with none of the awkwardness time and distance so often brings to relationships.

That was really really comforting.

It always is, every time she comes to town. But this time was of particular importance to me since I'm still kind of reeling from your move and how suddenly it happened.

I know that in the end everything will be okay. That you and I will always be you and I. Thick as thieves and crazy as the night is long. That we'll always fall back into the same old groove, just like we do every time and that time and distance, like all things is relative.

You know me, I'm picky. I don't keep a large pool of friends. I have two, maybe three really good friends and I keep them around. For ever and ever. Regardless.

I know that it's easy to say that. That it's easy to say I'll always be around. That I'm always here. But I am. Friendship is a decision you make. It's not something that happens to you. It's not something you just walk away from when things don't go as planned. And NOTHING in my life ever goes as planned, lol. But I feel, that now, after what? 15 years? After endless crazy, nay, insane happenings, that in the scope of crap we've made it through, this is nothing. And it will be totally, completely, okay.

I hope that things on your end are getting better, even just slightly. I hope that you're enjoying all the greeny-greenness that's so lacking here in desert land. I hope that one day you'll come home, or for some reason I'll end up there, or that we'll meet in the middle in some place lovely, even though I know that's probably wishful thinking. :)

I'm making you a new box, since the old one is mostly full at this point, and working on a care package for you and J. I don't know how long it will take me to send it out, but I will. For sure. :)

Tons of love to you both, from both of us.