Wednesday, March 28, 2007

What friends are for

Encouraging. Holding your hand. Telling you that you can do it. Not blaming you when their car explodes!

It's been brought home to me even more sharply this week just how great my friends are. Whether they're far away or near, in touch with me daily, weekly or just every few months, blood or just "as good as" blood. Every time I've told someone new about The Big News, I've gotten only positive affirmations and expressions of support. Not to say there haven't been some jaws hitting the floor, but not one person has pooh poohed my decision or told me I'm crazy. Quite the opposite, I've gotten offers to help me pack, to sit with me while I'm sorting through crap I should have thrown out long ago, to send me care packages once I move, to come out and visit me once I'm there (I've gotten LOTS of those!), and to help me build up my tolerance by trying out various Irish pubs in the area (a friend's gotta do what a friend's gotta do, right?). That's not including the especially longsuffering friend who willingly got into her own car, admittedly one on it's last legs and not in use, to teach me how to drive a stick shift. She was kind enough to tell me I did quite well for a first-timer, even after the poor car started smoking and giving up the ghost! :-)

So tell me, who could ask for better friends?!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Congratulations on your decision! As a fellow, life adventure/challenge-seeker, I understand your endless need to inject fun and adventure into your life. We only have one lifetime to live here, so each of us has the right to pursue moves (geographic, career, emotional, etc.) that fulfill our gusto for living. You have always supported my endeavors and I wholeheartedly support you in this new and exciting chapter in your life. You go, girl!

M. (I enjoyed our talk last night. I was surprised at how coherent you sounded even after your Irish pub visit)