A few months ago, my best friend moved five hours away. We spent our high school years in the same city but didn't meet until college at Virginia Tech, where we spent the years I was there drinking coffee and building a friendship. I graduated and moved to Hampton Roads and once she graduated a year later she found a job in northern Virginia. I never thought we would be close again, and we sort of drifted apart.
Then, lo and behold, she and her husband got a job in Norfolk, Virginia. I was beside myself with joy. For the last three-ish years I have gotten to live only 30 minutes away from her, and it has been wonderful. We have seen each other change and grow so much, and her friendship is priceless to me.
And then it happened...