I haven’t talked to her in a few months. We’d said that we were going to talk more. We used to be best friends. You know, back before he happened.
I introduced her to her boyfriend- a guy I knew from a website around the same I started to date Big. While we all know what happened with him, her relationship, though cross country not only lasted but she arrived in New York this week to take up residence to be near him.
Her sheer amount of patience through the struggle of being away from the person she loved for so long is admirable. I envy her in a way. It is not something that I think I could have done.
Her cross country love story- from Alaska all the way out East, gives me a bit of hope.
Everything is possible if you add heart and push yourself.
So while I push harder than ever to get through some of the things going on here, my bag is a carry on tote. These cranes will continue to be folded. And perhaps wishes and dreams really can come true… but only if you give yourself entirely to the goal.
Here’s to fighting to making that move… everyday closer to that one bit of manifest destiny that resides within each and every one of us.
And with that, I have to go back to work.
Gold stars to you my former best friend. I miss you. Congrats on making it home.