My favorite neighbor of all time is moving from my complex today. Well. Just did. She's just a sweet little girl. I mean she's older than me. She's like 30. But we got along so well. Never had any drama. We had keys exchanged and we'd let each others dogs out. If she needed to borrow something or if I needed a roll of toilet paper, we would just text each other and then go get what we needed. She was stability and an ear when I needed someone to talk to about my messy female drama. She'd come up if she knew I was off on a Sunday, and we'd go out and just get fukking sloshed and have Sunday Funday. We'd jam the fukk out and introduce each other to new music.
Like, didnt expect to feel this way. She's not even moving out of town. Just not right under me. Where its convenient for both of us. My ass drank too much bourbon tonight I'm sure. I don't let too many people too close, but thats my homie right there. I grew up moving around a lot so I'm used to losing friends. Or having friends, moving away, saying you'll stay in touch, then never do.
Might know how to deal with it, but it never gets easier. Its never fun. Imma miss my homie.