Friends By Chance, But Now For Life
This morning I had coffee with a friend whom I may never see again. We met almost exactly 3 years ago, heavily pregnant with our kids, in a prenatal class. We sat together the first night & giggled like idiots, both deciding not to watch the “gross” labour video like naughty school kids. We both wanted to swap numbers then and there but our husbands thought it was too forward.
I saw she signed up for the Active Birth class so made sure I did too. I figured that if we “ran into” each other again I could see if she wanted to swap numbers. My plan succeeded!
We met again when Bliss was 6 weeks old and her son, 4 weeks. We’ve had a coffee or catch up of sorts once a week, most weeks since then. Our kids have played, fought, laughed and cried together. We’ve played, laughed, cried and drunk coffee together. A lot of coffee, as it turns out.
In normal Louisa fashion I’ve ignored the fact that Carolina’s move back to Argentina means that I don’t get to see her, or her beautiful boy, every week ever again. I’ve gone about life as if nothing is going to change. When she arrived at my house this morning, for an instant, it all hit home. She’s moving to the other side of the world. Forever.
But then we went out for coffee and kept pretending. She’s as good at that as I am :) One the way back home we were talking about the everyday stuff, more children, future holidays; pretending it was just another catch up. We got home said a quick “goodbye, I love you” and then she was gone. Just like that.
She’s sent me a text to say that she shouldn’t have rushed the goodbye & what a great friend I’ve been.
And Ive written back saying, “I’m pretending you didn’t send that. It wasn’t goodbye & it was just ‘see you later’.”
But who am I kidding? It is goodbye. We’ll skype, email, she’ll read my blog and send me concerned messages but I’ll live in Australia and she’ll live in Argentina. South America, in case you were wondering, is the most expensive place to fly to in the whole world from Australia. I sure hope we meet again, but I suspect it won’t be for a long time.
Caro, thanks for being such an awesome friend. I thank God that I met you in that stupid pre-natal class and that we clicked over those silly videos. You’ve made me sane so many times as we’ve struggled through sleepless nights, tantrums, and “phases” together. We’ve laughed together, cried together and raised our children together. We’ve shared more coffees than I can count over the past 3 years and it all happened by chance. I’ve woken up on Monday mornings knowing the week would be off to a good start because we were getting together. I’m going to miss that so much.
And now, in case you were wondering, I am finally crying.