In less than two weeks, my dearest, bestest friend Teacher Leia is moving thousands of miles away. She was offered a position she couldn’t (well, wouldn’t) refuse. So, she and her husband are leaving their home, families, and friends to journey on to their new destination.
I haven’t mentioned this on here yet because this topic is hard for me in some ways. I mean, I am beyond thrilled for them starting new lives together in a new place. They haven’t been married a year yet, which just adds to the excitement for them. I am equally ecstatic for Teacher Leia. She worked her butt off to earn her degree, and I am so, so happy she will finally be able to put it to good use.
But like I said, some of this is hard for me. I often feel more depressed thinking about what is to happen at the end of this month. I have cried several times over it.
Teacher Leia and I have been friends for almost 25 years. That’s nearly a quarter of a century of friendship. We stayed BFFs through the latter years of elementary school then all of middle and high school. We graduated together. We shared our ups and downs with each other. The highest points of our lives and the lowest.
We became non-biological family. I was closer to her than anyone. There were sleepovers and long phone calls and notes passed at school. We shared many conversations about crushes and also our hopes and dreams.
As we grew up, we continued to have hours-long conversations. We still share nearly every part of our lives. (I mean, we are both married now, so some things are better left out.) We go out for coffee or lunch or shopping or movies, and it still sometimes feels like we are our 16 year old selves again. Even when life gets in the way and we don’t have a way to see each other for a while, it feels like no time has passed at all once we are in each other’s company again.
We laugh and gossip but we also have deep, serious, thought-provoking conversations. She and I can look at each other and know we had the same exact thought at the same time. I knew her husband was the one for her and how much she really liked him before she ever admitted it out loud. She knew about my depression without me ever having to say the words.
And now she’s leaving. She’s not leaving me, this I know. We will still talk and text and message. But in-person visits will now be few and far between. I might even be required to hop on a plane to see her, which brings up feelings of anxiety just thinking about it. I will do it, though. If it means not having to wait six months or a year to see my dearest friend, I will.
I know we will be okay. Our friendship has survived this long, not because it’s convenient but because we have worked to stay in one another’s lives. We will continue to do so whether she lives 20 miles away or 2,000 miles away.
So I want to now address my BFF Forever: I am so, so proud of you!! I am so happy for you and Han. (Yes, I named him that, and you’re welcome.) I know you two are headed for great things wherever you go. You, my friend, are going to be the best teacher that school has ever seen. Heck, even the best that state has seen. I will miss you dearly. We will all miss you dearly. But you are following your dreams. You will actually be living your dreams, with your loving husband by your side. So go live the life a lot of people could only wish for. You deserve it!!! I love you, sister!!
As for the rest of you, I hope you all have at some point had such a dear friend as I have found in Teacher Leia. If you have such a great friend, count your blessings. Cherish them, too. Do your best to be as awesome a friend to them as they are to you. We all deserve to have good friends.