Yesterday I was a very sad Frenchman indeed. After 6 years of friendship, 3 and aÂ half of life in common, 6 months of neighbourly fun… my American friends are finally going back home to San Francisco.
Kim left Monday morning at 5 AM with the munchkin. Sean will follow in three weeks. There are no words to express how deeply sad I am to see them go. It’s a very selfish feeling – they’re going back to their families, better professional prospects, in all likelyhood better life all around. It’s good for them.
But they won’t be my neighbours anymore. I won’t be able to nip in for a quick cup of tea or a weekly Doctor Who viewing. No more playing with the Munchkin, no more staring at Kim ’till she yells at me. It’s a big hole in my life, right there.
Still. Planes are marvellous inventions. And they aren’t that expensive anymore. I’ll visit.
And of course, it doesn’t matter how far they are. They’re my friends. And that won’t change.
Kim, Sean. I owe you some of the best moments of my life. I love you like family. I will miss you oh so much.
Take care, my friends.