Flew home over the weekend to say goodbye to Chum. She's moving to New York to go back to school (again). (Really, how many post graduate degrees does a girl need? I have two and I think that's two more than necessary.)
I should've known something was up when she asked me to fly home. Chum doesn't even call me on my birthday. When I called to ask what was up, she shared the good news and said it would be great to catch up.
And we did. Gossipping like two school girls while picking on black cod and splitting a frightfully expensive bottle of wine. It's been some time since we've hung out, but we still complete each other sentences and still don't agree on anything.
Take it easy, B. I'll see you when I see you.
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