I feel a mope coming on…

I had to say goodbye to a best friend forever today. I don’t like saying goodbye. I’m lousy at it. Oh, it isn’t a forever goodbye. It’s just that a friend in my backyard — a friend I’ve known for 14 years — is flying off to be a California girl for a while. A long while. Too long.

She’s grounded and funny and smart. We’ve volunteered and traveled and planted and played together. We’ve done the gym and yoga thing together and laughed until we thought we’d die from it. We’ve shared the sads and the glads.

We gabbed a mile a minute today, and lunch was four hours long.

Oh, it’s a wonderful opportunity and adventure for her, and I’m thrilled to my toes. But, I don’t like saying goodbye. I’m lousy at it.

See you on the internet A, sweetie. Kiss that man of yours for me when you see him.

Yep. I definitely feel a mope coming on.

Elen