ZephyrHawk
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My best friends in the world move to New Zealand.
Ever had a best friend? Ever had two best friends who were a couple and who, coincidentally, were also your spouse's best friends? The kind where he was your best man and she was bridesmaid #1 (in fact, it's how they met).
The kind where you wake up on a Saturday and realize you don't have anything planned and so you think, "Hey I wonder if they're free?", and then before you can call to ask they're on the phone calling you to see if you're free.
The kind you have in-jokes with that even your other good mutual friends don't understand.
The kind you don't really have to invite to parties because they know they're invited, and vice versa.
You laugh at the same movies, you love the same restaurants, you have the same opinions about your crazy mutual acquaintances.
You feel comfortable moving into their apartment for three weeks while they're on extended vacation because they need someone to watch their cats...and you love their cats.
They refer to you and your spouse as their cats' uncle and aunt.
You recognize a good portion of the "stuff" in one anothers homes because, from time to time, you've shared it or passed it back and forth...or just plain given it to them.
You know their parents well, have had dinners at their house, have slept over in their spare bedrooms...
You check the food you buy for nut allergens, not because you or your spouse has nut allergies, but because your one friend could conceivably stop by and raid your pantry unknowingly.
I could go on.
They're those kind of friends.
And they're moving. To New Zealand, of all places. Pretty much as far from where you are now as it is physically possible to be on this earth. They don't really have jobs lined up. They don't have a place to stay (they'll be at a youth hostel to begin with). They've pawned off as much of their stuff onto their friends and families as they could, and the rest is being sent off to charity. Their cancer-stricken/brain damaged, neurotic kitties (who you offered to take) will spend a month in quarantine.
They say they want to be there for 2 years, but you don't know why they decided to leave in the first place. You, their best friends in the world, don't know why they're doing this. You'd say it was some crazy mid-life crisis deal, but they're a tad too young for that. All you know is that they're leaving, and there's no one who will get your in jokes anymore.
I miss my friends.
That is all.
Ever had a best friend? Ever had two best friends who were a couple and who, coincidentally, were also your spouse's best friends? The kind where he was your best man and she was bridesmaid #1 (in fact, it's how they met).
The kind where you wake up on a Saturday and realize you don't have anything planned and so you think, "Hey I wonder if they're free?", and then before you can call to ask they're on the phone calling you to see if you're free.
The kind you have in-jokes with that even your other good mutual friends don't understand.
The kind you don't really have to invite to parties because they know they're invited, and vice versa.
You laugh at the same movies, you love the same restaurants, you have the same opinions about your crazy mutual acquaintances.
You feel comfortable moving into their apartment for three weeks while they're on extended vacation because they need someone to watch their cats...and you love their cats.
They refer to you and your spouse as their cats' uncle and aunt.
You recognize a good portion of the "stuff" in one anothers homes because, from time to time, you've shared it or passed it back and forth...or just plain given it to them.
You know their parents well, have had dinners at their house, have slept over in their spare bedrooms...
You check the food you buy for nut allergens, not because you or your spouse has nut allergies, but because your one friend could conceivably stop by and raid your pantry unknowingly.
I could go on.
They're those kind of friends.
And they're moving. To New Zealand, of all places. Pretty much as far from where you are now as it is physically possible to be on this earth. They don't really have jobs lined up. They don't have a place to stay (they'll be at a youth hostel to begin with). They've pawned off as much of their stuff onto their friends and families as they could, and the rest is being sent off to charity. Their cancer-stricken/brain damaged, neurotic kitties (who you offered to take) will spend a month in quarantine.
They say they want to be there for 2 years, but you don't know why they decided to leave in the first place. You, their best friends in the world, don't know why they're doing this. You'd say it was some crazy mid-life crisis deal, but they're a tad too young for that. All you know is that they're leaving, and there's no one who will get your in jokes anymore.
I miss my friends.
That is all.
