is that it's hard to live far away from them.
It's great to have friends that are smart and talented and ambitious and adventurous and independent and determined to make something of themselves and the world around them. What would there to be to like about them if they weren't? The hard part is when one might move to the Hoppe res where I'm pretty sure I'd have to rent a horse to navigate the trails and to go visit her and another is planning to move to South Africa. I just checked flights and in May it looks to be about $1300 to fly from Minneapolis to Johannesburg. This is less than I thought it would be, incidentally.
It's hard to not be excited for these excellent people- great opportunities to explore the world. But it's also hard to not be sad about the prospect of so much distance- especially when the nearness makes me feel happy and fulfilled. I don't doubt the friendships- time and distance aren't the kinds of things that would undo these relationships, but the idea that my once-in-awhile weekends with my closest friends could become even fewer and farther between makes me sad.
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If it's any consolation, your friends are just as heartbroken to be leaving you so far behind. Do other continents have people who will leave memories from the debaucherous nights of 18 year old college kids on my voicemail? No, no they don't. Is it worth putting myself in such an environment? I can't say, boobie. I miss you already.
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