Farewells.

I've gotten used to saying a lot of goodbyes over the past three years.  I don't think this makes them any easier, or less melodramatic.  Separating yourself from people you love is a really hard thing.

I said my final goodbye to CW who left for Moldova today.  I don't normally gush over people, but I will here.   I don't think either of us thought that we would grow attached to each other since things got off to a rocky start - me thinking she was bossy and she thinking I was rude.  But things quickly changed - I think it was over a cup of coffee and mutual lamenting of having loved and lost (a great equalizer).  Our relationship really took off from there.

Since then I've been privy to the world according to CW.  She likes rules, which (though I poke fun of them), are actually quite endearing.  I don't think I ever told her that I actually love following rules.  I think CW and I get along well because she's a lot of things I'm not.  She's bubbly, fun, and affectionate when I'm reserved, predictable, and stoic.  Somehow it works that I become less of those things when I'm around her.   She's also smart and articulate.  And she knows how I love briany brainy people.  We've laughed and cried over lots, and talked about "feelings."

I'm really going to miss her.  But I lose her to more freakish endeavors, and that's somehow going to be okay with me.