I posted about this a few months ago, but now it looms upon me. My best friend is leaving Montreal forever, in a week. He’s going to travel through Australia for a year, then plans on settling in Toronto, because his French sucks.
I know - Toronto, not that far. But it’s not that. It’s that he won’t be physically here for me when I need him. I have friends in Montreal, but not a one compares to Ryan. Our friendship and love is so deep I can’t put it into words.
He was my first boyfriend, when we were teenagers, scared every day of being bashed at school. We grew up together. We both moved to Montreal after we broke up, and although we had a rocky relationship at first, we settled into a very warm and soothing friendship that has lasted years.
On November 28, 1999, we celebrated what would have been our 10-year anniversary.
We’d always come to each other’s aid when things were rough. I’d lend him money; he would do the same for me. No questions asked, no judgment. He needed Windows 98 SE, so I gave him the CD. He went to Europe for a few months, so I took in Bunny. (I have Bunny now, permanently.)
But it’s going to end soon. Even when he moves to Toronto, it won’t be the same. I’ll be alone here. I’m grateful to have Doper friends, but it really isn’t the same.
We’re going to see each other one last time before he goes, probably next week. I’m dreading that final hug. I’ll be a mess.
According to this , Montreal and Toronto are 312 miles apart “as the crow flies”.
I feel for ya, scott evil. Had a scare back in 2000 when my best friend said she was thinking of moving far, far away (further than that, but still in th’ country.) I was in shock. Thankfully, she didn’t go in th’ end.
That sucks. Hugs aplenty. I met my best friend in school, and I had the privilege of sharing an apartment with her for a year.
She’s at school in Texas now, and we write long sad emails to each other all the time- it’s too expensive to call regularly. I miss her almost every day. She’s my favorite person in the world- or so my fiance says.
My best friend and I met almost ten years ago, and we were inseparable… now she lives in Connecticut (only two hours away), has no job and no phone, and I haven’t seen nor heard from her in months. Wow do I miss her.
Seriously though, I solemnly promise to kick his arse if he isn’t in touch with you regularly, even if that means driving him to Montreal for a visit myself.
And my GF is an Aussie, so we’ve got friends in all the right places and can co-ordinate our butt-kicking efforts to fully guarantee that he’ll be in touch with you, and hangin’ out on Ste. Catherine, so regularly that he’ll naver have the chance to lose what little French he has.
Pfeh! Thinks he can move to T.O. and leave Scottie behind, does he? Wait’ll he wakes up one morning on the steps of the Oratoire! That’ll show him!