One of my closest high school friends is about to leave for Australia in less than a week. If I remember correctly, she has enrolled in a 3-year program and will eventually work there as a nurse. In as much as I’m excited for what the future holds for her, and I know that she’ll definitely go a long way, the fact that another of my friends is going away is beginning to make me sad. What makes it harder is that she’s one of the very few who I often spend time with. One of the few who’s always on-the-go even on unplanned roadtrips. One of the few I’m most comfortable being crazy with, no matter what happened in our past. And with her gone, I’m sure things will all be different.
But this is her dream: to go abroad and make lots of money, to be independent, be free and live far from her family, but eventually come home and retire here. Mine too. It’s our dream. Some time back, I remember we used to talk about how we can’t wait to leave the country to live on our own whenever we’re pissed at home. I remember how we exchanged horror stories (i.e., rage against our moms) and take each other’s side and promised ourselves that we’d make it wherever we choose to go. We were so sure that we’ll be successful and we’ll prove ourselves to others. These were some of the things we bonded over. In many ways, we think alike the same way we dream alike. She’s like the best friend I never had. And now that the time is right for her, I’m glad that these things are about to come true. Except, of course, that she’s going there without me. I feel like I can’t do anything but just watch a part of me disappear. I don’t want to sound selfish nor do I want to admit it, but I don’t think I’m ready to let her go. And I also don’t want to say it, but I’ll surely miss her… a lot. We all will.