So, one of my best friends in NJ is in a similar sitch as our family. We got moved to Burbank, CA. Her husband has been hired by a firm in motherfucking Nigeria and my friend Asha has been dealing with selling her house in SOMA, wrapping up her three kids' educations and medical histories and moving her family to an emerging country. I have a hard time feeling sorry for myself when I listen to her bemoaning the fact that she needs to pack a few years of shampoo, toilet paper, rice, and tampons along with moving her family to a completely foreign country.
Earlier this evening, I was all ticked off because my Trader Joe's frozen entrees weren't setting in the freezer correctly, and in bringing out a selection of dumplings and shu mai, everything in the freezer tumbled out and I had a good swearing out.
But then I thought about my dear friend, who is moving away from Trader Joe's and everything we hold dear, and for the first time in months I don't feel sorry for myself.
Holy cats, I miss my friends. And one of my nearest and dearest is about to move from 3000 miles away (still a quick cheapish flight away) to 8000 miles away (Evan just tried to Google Map the distance for me, and was told that a driving map could not be found. I am so grateful that she is a talented writer and she is supported by a good man. Every single day I miss this family.
Please check out her blog. She is an awesomely talented writer, but she is also an amazing mom, and I have a emotional attachment to every one of her kids. I miss Asha and her family every day of my life; but I am inspired by and love reading about their family adventure.
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