To be honest, it’s been a rough week around here. Between Adam’s Board Exam (just round 1 of 3- ugh!) and my sister moving across the ocean, I’ve done my fair share of cuddling up in my bed with a cup of tea and a box of tissues this week. Actually, I may or may not have spent the better part of one day in bed, letting Burke and Piper Jane watch movies on the portable dvd player next to me as I sniffled my way through the day.
Also, Burke has learned the phrase, “Don’t worry mama. I’ll take care of you when your Jojo is gone,” if that’s any indicator of the state of affairs around here.
I don’t remember it being this bad last time Jord moved overseas. What’s that you say? Have I done this before? Yes. Several times actually. The first time was in 1998 (she was headed to Argentina as an exchange student). Thirteen years later and we’re still at it, this me-putting-her-on-airplanes-so-she-can-live-far-away stuff.
And it’s been tough on me every time. But this time feels rougher if that’s possible.
Let me say this loud and clear- I couldn’t be more thrilled for them. They are brave. And adventurous. And in reckless pursuit of their dream. And I am so proud of them.
However, regardless of how certain I am that this is exactly what Jord and her fam should be doing, I still just miss my best friend when she moves, gosh darn it.
Here’s the thing, y’all- Jordi and I have spent the last four years talking every. single. day. Ok, actually, we talked multiple times every day. I called her when I saw something I think she’d like, I called her to tell her the latest Burke and Piper Jane antics, I called her as I perused the clearance section at Target to be sure she didn’t already buy the cute dresses I just put in my cart for her girls (speaking of her girls, do see my adorable nieces? What the heck am I going to do without my monthly-ish dose of those girls?).
And I called her (some might say excessively) about my crafty endeavors. Over the phone we’d hash out party favor ideas (rimming salts or little glasses for favors at the Sips launch party?), adjust camera settings (ok, she’d just me what to do in these cases), consult about design decisions (blue paint or gray paint for the guest room?), pass along must-try recipes, add pins to pinterest boards… you get the idea.
Which brings me to my impending craft loneliness (ok, really, since she’s already moved, it’s more Already Here Loneliness than Impending Loneliness… but impending sounds like it should be paired with words like “doom” and that’s sounds about right).
I don’t really have many ‘crafty’ friends, y’all, especially not ones that I call on the phone to chat about menial things like fabric pairings and font choices. I’m pretty sure there’s nothing to do about it (unless any of you need a craft friend to jabber with all day every day), but I hate it just the same.
Any tips for me, friends? What do you do when your best friend moves? And, if you don’t have a sister that shares your affinity for pretty paper and making things, how did you find your crafty friends? Help?
Also, if anyone has stories about living across the ocean from their sister and it working out just splendidly, with close cousins and warm fuzzies and sunshine and butterflies, now’s the time to share those. Anyone? Anyone?