I have a neighbor and her name is Jessica. Jessica is from New York. Jessica is cool. Whenever I see Jessica around the apartment building, we always talk. One day we even sat in the stairway talking for half an hour or more. Recently we have started to hang out together. We take the dogs for a walk, and today we went to Borders and had coffee. I really enjoy talking with her. She is 15 years older than me and yet we still seem to find so much in common. She has recently moved from New York where she broke up with her boyfriend of 11 years, and now she is in Georgia trying to figure out what to do with her life. She is going through a lot and seems to want to confide in me, although I have no idea why. The sad thing is that I am moving in a week. I am moving really far away, just when we have begun to start a relationship. We say we will still try and get together, but I kinda know it won't happen.
I had a friend in oregon, a really good friend actually, and we were both really sad that I was moving back to the southeast. She said to me something really profound. She said that sometimes relationships are meant to be cut short just so that they mean that much more to us. We appreciate our time, as short as it might be, we had with that person.
I know all of this sounds really cheesy, but I really am bummed that I am not going to be living right next door to Jessica.
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I think it's beautiful that you build friendships and have meaningful conversations with your neighbors. that is rare. you are the type of person that people want to confide in, so it will happen again with other cool neighbors soon enough.
when I lived in Southside, I made great friends with a guy next door to me who was probably a bit crazy from extensive cocaine use, but one night he wept on my shoulder about how his wife had been cheating on him. It was unbelievable.
That crap is what life is all about. That - and making war on countries that never attacked us.
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