My best friend is on his way to his new home in Manhattan, New York. I went up on Friday to help him get packed up and moved. I’m really excited for him because this is the culmination of a dream that he has had for years. It’s certainly mixed emotions for me. He and I have never lived more than a couple of hours apart for the last 12 years. We talk on the phone almost daily and I hope that doesn’t change but the realization that I can’t just hop in the car and go hang out with him for an evening or a weekend is starting to sink in. I made a concerted effort not to spend the entire morning crying as we packed up the truck. Cried in public as we said goodbye. Just a really emotional day.
Rough Weekend
Dances With Fat 