Moving

My best guy friend, Ish, is moving in 5 days. It's a great job opportunity and an excuse to get out of Ohio. :) It is a positive move from him in all regards. Since he decided to take the leap, a few months ago, I have seen a whole different side of him. It's like he blossomed. I am so deeply happy for him and that he is at this wonderful place in his life.

This does not mean I won't miss him like freaking crazy. Ish is a wise man. He has taught me so many things. He has expanded my mind with his own that resembles a library storage room, full of knowledge on everything. He has a spirituality that is remarkable and beautiful, is always patient, and always calm. He can even me out. When the worst happened with Nanaw a few weeks back, he was with me when I got the news we were officially taking her off life support. You can imagine how much of a mess I was. I don't think I've been that emotionally "out of control" in front of anyone-- ever. I can usually keep it relatively together. But that day I couldn't and he didn't miss a beat. He did exactly what I needed him to. I was in such a vulnerable and extreme emotional position, not a whole lot of men would know what to do. He did. 

In years of friendship I think I've seen him actually upset once. He is very peaceful, to say the least. And when he wasn't, I was so unnerved by his lack of complete control that I almost had trouble helping/advising him. ha! We trust each other, and each others opinions on our lives. We know the other truly wants the best for us. Finding a friend like him is hard, believe me, I know. And although now I will have an excuse for a road-trip to Virginia to hang out on the beach all day, my life here in Ohio will have a distinct gap in his wake.

Last night we hung out for possibly the last time-- ate take-out Indian food, talked about everything, read some books, and googled ancient Egyptian conspiracy theories for a few hours. It was the perfect, low-key evening to spend with such a treasured friend. Very fitting for our relationship.

My 23rd. bday party. I think we're about to pass out at this point. It was a long awesome night.

Back when I had purple hair... ah, those were the days.