My friend is moving to Australia. You know Australia? On the other side of the world?
My friend gets me. We’ve
known each other less than a year and yet I feel like we get each other on an
emotional level; we click. I can tell
her things I’d hesitate to tell other people, even friends of much longer
standing because I know she won’t judge.
My friend is
hilarious. She has a properly infectious
giggle and just a glance will set me off.
She is as inappropriate and bawdy as I am which I admit is probably
quite annoying for other people (especially in the midst of a choir rehearsal
when we’re stifling our cackles).
My friend is very loyal.
She is the sort of person other people open up to and she takes on the
burden of being secret keeper.
My friend has great kids.
I’ve never enjoyed the company of children more, they truly are a credit
to her and I am going to miss them more than I can say.
My friend has been more of a support to me over the last
eight months than she knows. When we met
I was approaching my lowest ebb, she helped to pick me up.
I set up Skype last night so I can (time difference
allowing) talk to her often and we have Twitter as well. I am going to miss the real her though. I am going to miss my friend.
