I hate goodbyes. I have a hard enough time saying goodbyes to people I hardly know. I hate them even more when one of my closest friends leave.
Forgive me if I ramble. I’m still recovering from a night full of laughing, drinks and crying. I’m actually pretty worn out.
One of my closest friends has decided to move away. How dare she! Sure, the job opportunity is once in a life time. Ok fine, I’m sure Florida is better than Iowa. I’m just not ready for a goodbye.
She is one of those friends that I had been looking for since having Jack. I wasn’t on the same page as some of my other friends. I needed friends who understood where I was coming from as a mother. I joined a local playgroup to find these friends. I didn’t join so that my son would meet friends. I was totally selfish and joined for me. It was really one of the best decisions I made.
This is a friend who would do anything she could to help me. We’ve gone from having serious talks about life to bodily functions in the same conversation. There is not too many people I have discussions about my digestive issues with. At least she had a good story that I will never forget. She is probably the first person that I’ve had talks about nursing with even though Jack was on the bottle.
I could tell her anything and she wouldn’t judge me. That is one of qualities I love about her. Even her bit of crunchiness has rubbed off on me. Never saw that one coming.
She has been good to me and I’m ticked that she is leaving. But, I suppose having a place to stay in Florida just may make up for it. 
So, I’m not going to say “good-bye.” I’ll give ya a “see ya later” or a “see ya on the flip side” because you, Jessica, have made too much of a impact on my life. I’m not letting you go that easily.
