I do not enjoy goodbye’s.
Luckily the days leading up to my friends departure were filled with lots of goodies all around LA.
They did not ease my sadness.
Perhaps it’s because I had to say aloha to so many nannies, but I just hate saying goodbye.
My LA twins Meg Mulf and Kels Mulf both left to go thrive in different cities.
Kels Mulf left for SF in early August and I was devastated.
Luckily, she didn’t cry so the goodbye was not as dramatic.
Meg Mulf AKA Moran left for NYC on August 9.
She did cry, and we both stood on 3rd Street, weeping after our fabulous yet bittersweet meal at Goldie’s.
As I heaved and sobbed, I realized that even though I was sad about them leaving, this feeling has to happen in order to grow.
I relate it to this-
When I left for U of A, I cried everyday before my exodus to the desert.
Along with saying goodbye to my home, my high school friends stood on our door step at 5 am to bid me adieu.
I look back on that moment and think that even though it was terrifying, you have to go through terrifying to get to fabulous.
Does that make sense?
I miss them both, but luckily they are both living in very desirable cities that I will visit on a regular basis.
Perhaps they should buy air mattresses now.