You might have heard me mention before that my cousin is also my best friend. And if you’ve spent any time with me I’m sure I’ve told you an Emily and Jacquelyn story. On Wednesday I wrote about friends who you meet and instantly click with. Well, Emily is that cousin. I can’t shake her because she is family but there is no way I would ever want to shake this one.
Emily is four years younger than me and spent most of her life navigating the mean streets of an Orlando suburb. She would arrive in Hville every holiday and summer to spend time with her Dad but we never saw each other much. Then one fateful summer when her Dad was going to be away on business for a while, my parents invited Emily to stay at her house even though they were going to be in Korea for a large portion of that time visiting my brother. My first thought… how am I going to entertain this stranger of a cousin who is younger than me. Cut to the end of the summer where we’re so close our own Grandmother, who amazingly knows each of her 15 grandchildren’s voices, couldn’t tell us apart. That summer four years ago is the beginning of a never-end.
When Emily graduated high school she moved up to Hville to live with her Dad and we’ve been inseparable ever since.
Alas, all good things must change and she has moved to the city to finish college there. Even though she is only a 30 minute drive from Hville, it feels like she is across the country. No more impromptu trips to Target. No more popping down to each other’s houses whenever we’re bored. No more.
And now that I FINALLY was offered the promotion at work I’ve been interviewing for all summer we’ll be even further apart for I must move to Doodlehem (so aptly named by Sara) a 60-90 minute drive away. So we’re trying to enjoy these last few weekends together (although I will admit to pooping out last weekend and falling asleep at 8:30 on a Saturday night) and are taking advantage of her apartment in the city.
I’d like to look at moving as just more opportunities for fun for us.