It's going to sound really "late to the party" but I miss my friend Andrea, who lives in Calgary. Of course, she moved out there like 3 years ago as I've referenced countless times. What don't I reference countless times? I'm a referencer... I like to recount. Like how much fun it is when she and I pretend we hate each other, and when anyone listening in is really sure she slept with my boyfriend - ZOMG let me text someone about this! Or the the dinner I took her out to before her surprise going away party, having fun posing in front of houses in Oakville with our keys out pretending we lived there.
Andrea just locking up... Oakville is a pretty dangerous hood you know. She has like 50 solid gold cat statues in there.. they just hold up all her big screen tv's.
Why so you have to be so Materialistic Ann!!!! I worked my ass off breaking into peoples houses (pretending to live there) for a whole winter to afford those gold cats...the big screen tv? That was a gift....
I think there just comes a time when you realize, although things are always changing and nothing is permanent, that those "differences" in your life are what you should now consider normal instead of changes, and if you've tried your best then it is likely as good as it's going to get. Like really looking forward to hanging out with one of your best friends for a day, whenever anyone can afford it and afford the time away. The new normal is not exactly what I expected, and part of being an adult is my constantly confirming this fact. Then again, if everything always worked out the way I thought it was going to then I suspect my whole life would be foreign to me, and possibly really disappointing.
"No good friends or bad friends; only people you want, need to be with. People who build their houses in your heart"
— Stephen King