Moving and Moved

I'm moving.  Amazingly, I realize that moving is a difficult and challenging process whether you're moving far away, say to Wisconsin or something crazy place like that, or just across town (which may prove just as crazy.)  It's an incremental process, as we are attempting to build a house.  It's also a learning process.  Such an emotional roller coaster.  It has given me a new inkling of understanding of what my best friend must have endured during her move up North.  At the time, we didn't speak as much, only because the absence of one another was sometimes too unbearable.  Every time we did speak and she shared a disappointment or hurdle, I feel that I wasn't able to support her as I should have because I was grieving, and subconsciously a little angry... definitely a little hurt and more than a little judgmental, which I am embarrassed to admit.  It just didn't seem right, that we should be so many miles apart -- the distance of a day -- when we were used to living no more than 4 blocks away from one another.  Our families were so intertwined.  How could this happen?  Time has helped heal those raw emotional scars, even though I miss her as much today as I did two years ago.  But you don't come across best friends every day, so we make it work.  We visit when we can, and when we can't, there's Facebook.  Yes, we'll always have Facebook.  Here's looking at you, Kid.