The End of an Era

"You know it's been said that we just don't recognize the significant moments of our lives while they're happening. We grow complacent with ideas, or things or people and we take them for granted and it's usually not until that thing is about to be taken away from you that you've realized how wrong you've been that you realized how much you need it, how much you love it." 

Outbound's leaving tomorrow for London and it is most likely the end of a 5 year saga. I mean really, shouldn't I be depressed, sloppy outpouring emotions, moods that crack down like lightning in the desert? Nah... see the thing is, Outbound and I have been on the "outs" lately, and for the first time in 5 years, through many ugly, and I mean U-G-L-Y fights, this is the first time I couldn't care less that we arent repairing whatever's broke. 

It's like all of a sudden friendship is just this illusion I no longer have any interest in seeking out. Whereas before I was head over heels-goo-goo-gaga over the ideal friendship and attaining perfection within a friendship. Clearly, this is no longer the case.

So this post is just a farewell to an era. An era of good and bad, fights and love, spontaneity and pure boredom. To a friendship that most likely won't make it to the end of next weekend, but will remain important nevertheless. Here's to Outbound, may London bring her all that she's looking for.