Last lunch

I guess that's what it was...our last lunch. I went to my favorite restaurant with two of my favorite people here in B-town, and we had a lovely time. Our server, Peter, was so kind and told us we were "fun" and he'd always be our man when we patronized this restaurant.

As we parted ways, it hit me, sort of like a cold wind in the face: that's it. I may never see Jami again. I hope to. I mean, I'm sure we'll be librarian friends across the country and I even hope to be able to work together with her on papers or projects again. We had a great time doing that last Spring. But as for living near each other and being proximity friends, that's over.

Up to the point I turned and walked away, I hadn't thought I'd be sad for a single second in leaving this city, this university. But I was. Not overwhelmingly so, but ever so slightly. Enough to make me stop in my tracks and turn around for one last wave...

I will miss you, Jami. And Kelly, you too, when I leave next Saturday. And Kate, you, too.
There were wonderful things about the past 18 months - thanks, friends, for helping me discover that.