So my best friend went off to travel the world. I was happy for her, but sometimes I wish she were here. When I need to vent about my mother and other family, ask her opinion about outfits and those sort of girly things, I wish she were here. Now that I'm getting married and trying to do all the planning, I miss her for her creative eye and balance of quirky, beautiful, dark elegance. Also I miss being there for her. Not knowing how she is and if she is happy really makes me feel useless. I am really afraid that once she is a traveled woman of the world, will she even connect with me any longer? Will my career in medical illustration bore her, rather than rivet her like it did not so long ago? So many many questions since everything is changing to rapidly. I feel for the first time that I am finished growing up.
I always felt so mature and that the end of the road was so far away, that I never even really stopped to think about a life after school. A job using skills I learned in college, with people under me taking my orders. Now I have no way of knowing how of if things will turn out but I choose to accept that I simply do not know the answers. I just really wish that my friendships, more like sisterhood, (no traveling pants required) will grow forever with depth, value and complexity instead of fading away like boxed drugstore hair color.
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