(no subject)
Torina announced last weekend that her family is moving to Colorado, within a month's time.
While this is something they've wanted for a long time and I'm objectively happy for them, it makes me personally very sad. And it makes me reflect on the fact that with the exception of my husband, almost everyone that I feel closest to lives at a great distance. Isa, my best friend forever, lives in New York City. Melinda, my confidant in almost everything and the one I always look to for advice, lives in Perth, Australia. Leonie is a kind and steadfast friend in Berlin. Avery is a dear though busy and slightly detached friend in North Carolina. Mikaela has been one of my closest friends since elementary school, but she's hard to engage except when in person and lives in Maryland.
I find myself facing a conundrum of sorts. Maintaining these long distance friendships is certainly worthwhile, but demands more emotional energy. A bigger slice of the friendship pie, so to speak. And while I long for a someone to rely on and confide in here, within a reasonable driving distance, I find that I'm unwilling to sacrifice the size of the slices for my existing but far-flung friends. They've put in the time and proven themselves. Why risk weakening our connection in pursuit of a new acquaintance who may not pan out? But then again isn't the lack of emotional fatigue associated with a close-at-hand friend worth something?