I have the good fortune in my life to have two best friends.
The first, Erin, just got married in Seattle. She looked spectacular, and she glowed from every pore. She's a natural beauty anyway, but I've never seen her look so amazing. I'm so thankful
to have been able to attend. Clinton is a wonderful guy and I think they'll be very happy together. They're currently living in Pittsburgh, PA with their two sassy cats and their one adorable dog. I'm thankful that I'm able to see them when I head back home to visit. They are the ones who took care of Violet this summer while we were in Canada, and she loves them to death.
My other best friends just happens to have moved to Australia. I met Ken when I first stopped by Wagville with Mollywobbles, and through some initially rocky times, we became best friends. We did a million things together; we travelled to Pennsylvania more than once, he shared Christmas with us in Franklin, and Applefest. We drove to Texas.
We took a road trip to Vegas. We saw a building implode. None of those things was particularly more special than the other (except maybe Christmas and Applefest in Franklin) but it's always a good time when we're together. And now he's gone. It's very strange to have him so far away. I am glad that he went, as the trip and the lack of support system are something that he very much needed. But it still seems awfully weird to be without him. Tonight I was on Skype with him for a very long time (which, for those of you who don't know, is a free internet-based phone system) and we both had our webcams on. I talked to him for the longest time, and then his roommate came on camera to meet me. I said Hello to him, and he said hello back, but with an Australian accent. How weird. For a moment in time, I was talking to just Ken. I guess in the back of my head I think he's in Kansas or something, but nearby. It took hearing the roommate say 'ello for it to sink in. Ken's in Australia. He's probably not coming back, at least not for a very long time. He may not ever come back, and that may be the best thing for him. But oh how I miss him. Sometimes I wonder what in the hell it is about the world that I have to have money to go see my best friend!!! What a screwed up system when I can't afford to go see someone I love.
to have been able to attend. Clinton is a wonderful guy and I think they'll be very happy together. They're currently living in Pittsburgh, PA with their two sassy cats and their one adorable dog. I'm thankful that I'm able to see them when I head back home to visit. They are the ones who took care of Violet this summer while we were in Canada, and she loves them to death.My other best friends just happens to have moved to Australia. I met Ken when I first stopped by Wagville with Mollywobbles, and through some initially rocky times, we became best friends. We did a million things together; we travelled to Pennsylvania more than once, he shared Christmas with us in Franklin, and Applefest. We drove to Texas.
We took a road trip to Vegas. We saw a building implode. None of those things was particularly more special than the other (except maybe Christmas and Applefest in Franklin) but it's always a good time when we're together. And now he's gone. It's very strange to have him so far away. I am glad that he went, as the trip and the lack of support system are something that he very much needed. But it still seems awfully weird to be without him. Tonight I was on Skype with him for a very long time (which, for those of you who don't know, is a free internet-based phone system) and we both had our webcams on. I talked to him for the longest time, and then his roommate came on camera to meet me. I said Hello to him, and he said hello back, but with an Australian accent. How weird. For a moment in time, I was talking to just Ken. I guess in the back of my head I think he's in Kansas or something, but nearby. It took hearing the roommate say 'ello for it to sink in. Ken's in Australia. He's probably not coming back, at least not for a very long time. He may not ever come back, and that may be the best thing for him. But oh how I miss him. Sometimes I wonder what in the hell it is about the world that I have to have money to go see my best friend!!! What a screwed up system when I can't afford to go see someone I love. Regardless, I'm lucky to have two wonderful best friends. Throw the world's greatest husband into the mix and I might just be one of the luckiest people alive. There's nothing like a good friend. I'm finding that out more and more.
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