it's hard to have come home and had to feel like i was an intruder in my mom/grandfather's house, and feel like a squatter because i stay at Carla's house more than she does (okay not really, but i sure am over there a lot), and to feel like i have a hodge-podge friend group made up of the random people who still live where we grew up and trying to balance hanging out and job-time, but i have to say that one of my good friends, Ray, actually, he may be one of the best friends i've ever had, is moving to Texas on Wednesday. and even though it is Sunday, a good portion of his remaining time in North Carolina is going to be spent with his family.
Carla and i are a little devastated, and i think the main reason why i am having such a hard time with Ray moving away is that i feel like i am losing a member of my family. he said to us the other day "it's not like I'm dying, I'll see you again." and while it is true, he's going to seminary in Texas and will be there for 3 years. things happen over time and i know that things will never be the same, the circumstances will have changed and we won't be able to have our quality hang out times where we laugh and joke and talk and goof off. and it's not a romantic thing for Ray in any way, he is totally like a brother to me, but it's just something about knowing that the next time we'll be able to hang-out he might have a wife in tow, or Carla could have a husband in tow, and the dynamics will be different and i don't want things to change.
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