The hardest thing about living here (besides being the dumbest one here, I mean) is the loss of people. Jobs here are so transitory and people are constantly leaving, moving, heading out.
I've grown accustomed to the loss, I suppose, but this time it really hurts. Maddy is one of my daughter's best friends and her dad works for NASA. They're heading across the country to Virginia and today, it's real. Her mom Jan has totally been there for me, and I know, it's not just about me, but I'm so tired of everyone leaving!!!!
I've been avoiding thinking about it; about losing my walking partner, the mom I can call when I need help with pick-ups, ONE person who seems to get my snarky self in a world where sarcasm is rarely understood.
I suppose this is a good excuse to head to Virginia next week and get to DC to see the Smithsonian, but why does life have to be so hard? Anyone?
I have to keep my friends. Once you're willing to put up with me, well, you've got my loyalty...my other friends are in danger of returning to France and Israel. What's wrong with staying put? Am I that bad?