My friend J. moved to California, which makes me sad.
But she sold me her loveseat, cheap, which makes me glad.
The cats freaked out just a tad.
And I got rid of a chair that was. . . bad.
. . . aaaaaaand that’s enough of that.
I’m actually happy for J., that she’s finally got out of the city. I’d been a shitty friend to her this past year—wasn’t really tuned in to her hints about how crappy a previous relationship had become—but I did get to spend some time with her (and her new(ish) beau) before she left.
We had such a good, if too-short time; why had I not made the time, before?
Anyway, she is off, and finally able to try to find her own life.
Not a bad way to go.