3 Plane Rides Away

My best friend moved to America yesterday.

Before we FaceTimed I cried in the kitchen because I miss her. She’s gone to college, just like they told us Steve had when he left Blue’s Clues.

I’ve always stuck with the things I like the best. I order duck ramen at my favourite Japanese restaurant. I spent years of my adolescence watching How I Met Your Mother over and over again. I’ll never start using a different brand of mascara, and I drink Coke Zero almost exclusively. I stick to my favourites for comfort, like a child with their blanket. But now my favourite friend is three plane rides and 35 hours of travel away. It makes my heart ache to think about.

She’s all freckles and curly hair. She’s a human willow tree. She drinks tea and makes her own kombucha. She loves to run and learn and cook and she listens to podcasts about politics. She is so so kind.