My Therapist Makes Me Drink
One of the best things about being military is moving new places and meeting new people.
One of the hardest things about being military is saying goodbye to people you’ve begun to consider not just friends, but family.
Countless people have entered and left my life over time, but never so much as in the past 7 years.
I’ve started looking at the different places I’ve lived as different lives – each unique in its local climate, cuisine, culture. But it’s always the people – not just the locals, but those military people who weave in and out, each affecting me in different ways, who impact me the most. All of the experiences they share, so many faces they wear, countless backgrounds that inevitably bleed into my own. They change me.
We’ve been unusually stagnant for the past few years, staying in this one place while our friends from this place and lives past flit from state to state, country to country.
The most recent people to leave our lives are Mike and Sarah. During their all-too-brief stay in our neighborhood, this young couple somehow managed to become the glue in our little group of neighbors.
Mike, aka. “Manchild,” always brought the party.
His wife Sarah always brought the wine.
As I sat with them in their kitchen one night shortly before they moved, I noticed the synchronization they’ve achieved in their relationship.
(You’re nothing at Mike and Sarah’s place if not relaxed.)
Sarah cooks, Mike watches.
Mike comments, Sarah gets annoyed.
Just kidding. They’re pretty laid-back.
And I think that’s what makes them work so well.
Sarah gave me this as a going-away gift (even though she was the one going away). It’s just the kind of gal she is:
Can’t argue with that.
Enjoy the friends in your life while you have them.
You’re missed already!