Goodbye. Until next time.

I am not a huge believer in long distance anything. Oh I have had boyfriends who moved away- and we tried to keep it together for a while but eventually, it was clear the endless phone calls and emails were not working. When I met my husband he lived on the opposite coast as me- and within a month he moved. Because I made it clear…I don’t do long distance anything. Since then I have moved cross country more than a few times, always leaving my friends behind. Oh sure- we had the best of intentions to keep in touch. But like all things long distance…they fade away.

So imagine my surprise when a little over a year ago I met Soliloquy * at a blog meet-up. She was from Atlanta. And I was from California. Sure we hit it off great that weekend…but I never dreamed we would be able to form a real honest to goodness FRIENDSHIP. After-all I DON’T DO LONG DISTANCE. Despite that fact, we have visited each other at least 5 times since we met-and we have loved every minute of it. We both think it is some kind of cruel god-joke that we live so far away from each other. But who knows? Someday we might live closer to each other. Same town? Not likely. But heck I would be happy with the same time zone. Just closer. So we can see each other MORE.

Last night I took her and the families to The Cougar Den (otherwise known as Javier’s Crystal Cove) for some sight seeing. Because I like my lobster enchiladas with a side of Botox and silicone. And while our kids and husbands hung out- it was a little bitter sweet to know it was the last night together for a while. Of course the pomegranate margarita helped make the pain go away….and we started plotting our next visit.

Because apparently, now I do long distance.

*Real name not used. She is one of those witness protection bloggers.