Our dear friends are moving away.
It has been a fact for a while and all of a sudden the time disappeared and left us with facts.
We live in a city that we made our home.
My husband and I met here, moved in together, had our little girl and got married. We have everything we wanted, we`ve got everything we need. What we don`t have close is family.
Don`t get me wrong- we have them. We`ve got parents in sweden and germany, grandparents also in finland and chile, we`ve got uncles. aunts, cousins all over the planet and they all are amazing- we would not wanna miss them for the world.
But close, physically close, there is noone. And since my husband works at seas it many times is just my daughter and me. It never really bothered me though, since growing up as an only child never left me without friends. I would find them and keep them, building my own social network from a time on when i was very small.
Friends are important to us, to me. The ones that are further away, i might not talk to as often, but every time we meet we just continue where we stopped last time. i am lucky to have some of those special, superduper-friends who don`t let go no matter what. distance is just in the head.
But then there are those friends who are there, close, physically close, the ones you meet every day, the ones that share the same situations, the ones that help you out and that laugh with you when you just have to tell someone about this extremely embaressing situation that you got yourself into in the supermarket. The friend who hears your frustration about being up countless nights in a row with a child that doesnt sleep, or that friend who makes the life saving coffee when you`re sure the end is near. The one that says warm words when you need them or gets drunk with you in a cold bar.
The friend that is there, in life. present and around, in the same boat, floating around between the islands of everyday life.
Now my friend is moving and i could not be more sad. Our daughters have grown up together, met each other about 4 times a week. they`ve laughed with and at each other, sceamed and yelled at each other, hugged, kissed and pushed. My kid shouts Idas name whenever she sees the house or whenever she hears a doorbell. Any dorbell anywhere. She will miss them so badly. And so will I. very, very much.
They are going to start their new life in another country and i can`t and won`t blame them. They`ve had it rough, they`ll have it good.
And we will be ok.
Goodbye dear Soukkas, we`ll see you again! <3
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