It's not as if the last couple of months have been boring. Thanksgiving Orphan Dinner was delicious (third year in a row!), I got to see my sister's pregnant belly, pranced around DC with my college buds, and NYE was four solid hours of YouTubed 90's R&B videos, brought to you by DJ Cat. Judge not, lest ye be judged; I thoroughly enjoyed how I spent the last few hours of 2011.
Anyway, this is a hard one to write. I met Meena on April 25, 2008, at Accepted Students Day. After about seven minutes of chitchat, we started throwing around neighborhoods for our housing search. That's chemistry. Unfortunately "that B Sarah C." screwed us so we never got a chance to be roommates.Since then we've shared many an indulgent meal, knowing glances of judgment, and loads of life counseling and therapy. I've become highly dependent on her witty commentary, lightning-quick Meat Name coining, hard-hitting questioning about my love life decisions, and general merriment. We even got to fulfill our dream of living together when we studied abroad in the Philippines, where we slept about 5 feet from each other for 5 months. We had a helipad on our building, and yet I slept on a roll-a-bed on the floor.
Last year she moved from the East Coast and relocated to our lovely city of SF. Since her arrival, Meena, Diana, and I have perfected the art of people-watching in Dolores, run over the Golden Gate Bridge in the SF Marathon, and most recently snuggled in D's bed watching Babies.
During this past year, our Meena also fell in love. On Wednesday, she will move around the world to join her beloved. I am elated for her and excited to hear updates about her new adventure. But while I want to be positive, and know that, of course, the sadness will pass, I can't help but feel selfish and don't want her to go. I think it's mostly that I don't actually know the extent of sadness that I'll feel once she's really gone, and am nervous for it.
Meenski, you already know this, but I'm going to need you to be on Skype 24/7. Love you.
where the hell is the post about your long lost saudi friend who relocated half way across the globe?!?! no, i don't like this... not one bit! [arms crossed and a spoiled exhale signaling the onset of a tantrum]
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