We moved a lot when I was growing up, so many friends were left in the dust when a new home was on the horizon. By the time I got to high school I was an old pro at setting people adrift.
The loss of one friend, however, is one I’m bummed about. The gal was friendly to me when I was the “new girl,” and became a close friend through the last few years of secondary school. This was in spite of the fact that she’d grown up in the town and had PLENTY of friends to hang with. She was the closest I ever got to having a legitimate “best friend.” She was great.
As we started college, we kept in touch. On holidays we would touch base, exchange gifts, and catch up. Even when I took a year off and moved to the mountains, we stayed in touch. But one visit back to her neck of the woods was weird (really weird) and I didn’t call the next time I was in the area. She didn’t call, either. I think both of us were ready to let the other one go.
We were turning into adults, spreading our wings, and flying off in different directions.
Years later, though, I look back and wish I’d done that differently. She’s moved on, as have I, but she was great. I really enjoyed being around her. I think I still would.
Not really sure how I would have done things differently, but I wish I had.