Everyone Leaves
When I was growing up, I moved a lot and never had a chance to have many friends. Now that I’ve actually lived places long enough to form friendships, I have observed a pattern: Everybody leaves. I used to do the leaving by moving states away in a time when there was no texting or really even instant messaging or email. Now I am the one that is left. It’s not malicious. It’s probably not even intentional. I don’t make friends with cruel people. But whether it’s a boyfriend, girlfriend, job, family, a baby, or a new friend, my friends all eventually move on. Most do stay in contact, at least for a while. Very few have managed to stick around over the years (Moogle-chan, Raskolnikov, and my Asian), but even then we can go for days, weeks, and even months without speaking and years pass before we see each other. Family is excluded from this, obviously. They were my only constant throughout my semi-nomadic childhood. Don’t get me wrong. I love my friends. I don’t begru...