So my bestie is moving. Apparently Atlanta just isn’t good enough anymore. Actually it never was, she never liked it here. But here is where we fell in bestie-love and I just don’t know how better to express myself, than through the infinitely wise words of Gossip Girl.
Well, in all honesty – we didnt know eachother in highschool, and if we had- pretty sure we wouldn’t have been friends. She – the Valedictorium, the Prom Queen, The Class President – Serena incarnate. Me – The Mean Girl, the Smoker, the Outsider and far closer to Lonely Boy than anyone else. But alas, we do have crazy mothers (in varying degrees) and we raised each other through a formative and exhilarating time of our lives- our early twenties. Moving to the ATL – we went through it together. And now, at the ripe age of 28 (for two more weeks) I call her my sister.
So you are moving on to your next chapter: Memphis TN. I hear the wooshing of the pages – turning fast. It’s hard to keep up sometimes. I AM happy for you…but I wanna vom.
VOM VOM VOM.