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.