A little over three years ago, I went to a yoga event in Central Park with a girl named Ashley who I followed on Twitter. We realized we were both training for our first marathons and we both were in Junior League, and we had a lot in common.
I had no idea responding to a tweet would bring me one of my closest friends.
A week or so later, we met up for a mani/pedi and gabbed the entire time.
We became fast friends as we ran together for hours and hours and hours…
We had our worst long run ever together.
We went to Vermont together.
We went to St. Croix …
…and then she and a few other friends surprised me with a trip to Puerto Rico for my 30th birthday.
You don’t really take pictures of the bad times, but like any other friendship, ours had ups and downs too, and we also helped each other through tough situations in each other’s lives.
But then, several weeks ago, I helped throw a goodbye party for her, because she moved to Geneva yesterday.
Driving back into the city on Sunday, New York State of Mind came on my iPod just as the skyline came into view, and it hit me: my friend who’d I’d g-chatted and texted with daily and shared my ups and downs with for the past three years was leaving.
She asked me to come over yesterday while the movers were there, and, duh.
I hoped if I pouted enough, she wouldn’t leave, but that didn’t happen.
Laura and I walked them out to this mean car that whisked them away to the airport, and we all shared an incredibly emotional goodbye on the street.
I’ve told her multiple times that I think Geneva is silly (because duh, it’s not here, where I am) but, in reality, I’m really excited for her and Bo and proud of them for taking a huge risk to uproot their lives and start over thousands of miles away in new countries and I know they will be just fine over there! And I’m still only a gchat away.
BRB, going to go cry more into my coffee.