The end of an era.

I remember telling this to a friend of mine the other day, my friend laughed at me and said, "awwwwwww, come on, just because I am moving to another country does not mean things will change, oh, waffarian, the things you say!". I knew it was the end of an era for us,but he did not know. Yesterday, my friend and I hade a good-bye dinner for him, he is moving to London where he got a fabulous job. It used to be just two of them and then I arrived, and we were three. We are all so different from each other and yet, so the same. We are all foriegners, we've all gone through the same "rootless" syndrome, we've gone through bad times, good times and great times! Yeah, we've seen each other become adults in such a short time. It all happened so fast, one minute we were drunk senseless talking about men and sex and the next we were talking about babies and families. Yeah......time went by and we were so busy, we did not even notice. So yesterday,we ate and drank and I got the keys to his apartment which he is renting out. He's all packed and ready for a whole new life in London. I thought of all the good times we had shared in this beautiful city, all the restaurants we discovered, our popular coffee spots, the chinese and thai restaurants, the thanks-giving dinners, the days of drunken nonsense, it was there......but somehow not there. I was happy for him but i also remembered my parents photo albums, pictures of friends......

"mummy, who is this?"
"Oh thats June, we used to be really close friends at the university, i remember once, we were so drunk, we dyed my hair red.....I wonder where she is now......last I heard, she moved to Kenya....."

Yeah, that's how I felt yesterday, I looked around me and I wondered if I will be saying that in a couple of years when our lives would undoubtedly take different directions........I already miss him.