These days feel like a slow motion chess match: Black and white pieces gliding across the board. Sidra going away to college. Tonia moving up north. Michelle leaving Columbia. Kris jumping coasts. It’s hard to keep track of everyone going everywhere and, when I do try to, I just get sad. I’m going to miss them so much.
But this is nothing new. Many of my friends already live in different time zones. My family is already oceans and continents away. I just wish somebody had told me that “growing up” sometimes also means “going away.” I would have prepared myself for the sadness.