This week I have to say goodbye to my Stefanie. She's moving to Florida, and I couldn't be happier for her and more depressed for me at the same time. I am going to miss her LIKE CRAZY. Oh great, here come the tears. She has been the friend that I call for everything. The one who I can say anything to. And even though we don't see each other nearly as often as we'd prefer, when we do get together for birthdays and woman dates, we laugh until we are blue.
We've been friends for eleven years, and we have been through everything together. She's the one that had the idea to set me up with her boyfriend's roommate, who coincidentally ended up being my soulmate. We've been roommates, travel-mates, shopping-mates, Thursday-lunch-mates, I-just-took-a-positive-pregnancy-test-mates, and summer-of-fun-mates. She's the one I call with embarrassing questions, and the one who will go anywhere with me.
Words cannot express how much her friendship has meant to me. She has been a huge influence on the person I am today, and I will always be grateful for her example. I really am excited for you, Stef. I know you'll love Florida. I also know that you'll beat me in our goal of growing old and wearing gold-velour jumpsuits with gaudy jewelry. I'm fairly sure they start that at about 35 in Florida. You really are headed for the good life, my dear.
Love you, Stef.