A good friend of mine is moving to Los Angeles, and I already feel a little lonely. Not because of the wonderful and sparkling conversation we’ve had, but because being around this person has made me feel…human again. It’s been a tough few months, and I have needed this friendship, this weird little understanding we have with each other to just be. I doubt this person even knows what our relationship has even given me, but at the vert least, it’s shown me that I have certainly grown up in the past few years. And maybe that I value something bigger in another person, something real and raw and human. I don’t even want to say goodbye, because this loss stings a little, more than it should. And more than I want it to.
My parents are coming for a visit this weekend, and it will be a nice distraction. A small reminder that life exists outside of this Seattle bubble, and I am hoping it provides a little comfort. Maybe I can talk my dad into buying me some new jeans:)
And it’s Thursday.