Mixed Moss

A lovely friend of mine is moving to another country on Thursday. I’ve known it was coming for months, but this evening I went over to see her (we had a going-away party) and she gave me her plants and her curling iron, as she won’t need it where she’s going. It made me cry later when I was alone in my room, because it finally sank in what it all means, that she’s really not coming back in the foreseeable future.

I don’t really know if I was crying because she’s going somewhere, or because I’m going nowhere.

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