Love Thursday: Flying Away

Tonight, after a brief sojourn for beer and nachos with Steve (because a groggy good morning kiss is no way to part for a weekend), I’ll be boarding a train to BWI and then a plane to Hartford to visit Sarah. As excited as I am about moving out West, I have hit a patch of panic. Not at the idea of leaving the city or starting over someplace new, but that I will be losing the close proximity to so many people that I love.

One of the main reasons we chose to move to the District after college was the promise of many visits, of seeing all of our friends who were also migrating to the East Coast. We have really taken advantage of it while we’ve been here, hoping on the Chinatown bus ($35 bucks roundtrip from NYC to DC!) every 4-6 weeks and washing the guest sheets when friends call on a Thursday asking if our couch is free the next night. I have gotten unimaginably spoiled and dread being on the other side of the country, so many miles away and out of the loop. I will miss the spontaneity of I want to come visit next week, does that work? Get out your calendar! I will miss waking up in Morgan’s bed in Queens, Friday nights spent geeking-out with Garrett, Sunday breakfasts at the diner down the street with Anuse (who shows up for eggs with surprising regularity considering he lives in NYC), girl talk and snuggles with Fiona, vacationing on the beach with Sarah.

I’m not worried about my friendships, these are friends who will be bouncing my grandchildren on their knees, but the reality is that once we move to the other side of the country, it won’t be quite the same. And so I am grieving, and scheduling too many visits and mini-vacations trying desperately to memorize all their lovely faces before we fly away to begin again.

Happy Love Thursday, Everyone!