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I didn’t even find out from Jaidan herself. It was at the science field trip in fourth grade when Katie Simons came up to me and said, “I like your outfit, by the way Jaidan is moving to Hong Kong!” That little side note at the end sounded like a joke at first, but I realized she was completely serious when I saw Jaidan out of the corner of my eyes, her shoulders shrugged and mouth pinched. “I was gonna give you a mint!” She exclaimed, elbowing Katie in the side. A mint definitely would have made it better, as you can imagine.
My best friend in the whole world was moving across the world. It was only a year at first, but one year became two, two became three, three became four, and as of now four could become anything. …show more content…
We went for a walk down to St. Luke’s church, and when we passed her old house, it was as if every memory we made together there came flooding back. Jaidan’s old house where I gave my first (absolutely horrendous) makeover, where we watched iFunny videos on her iPad in third grade and shoved it under her bed when her mom walked upstairs, and now it was filled by strangers.
She took me to a stone on her driveway, and lifted away the leaves of a plant covering it. There were three handprints on it: one was hers, one was her brothers, and one was her dog’s paw print. Underneath, it read “The Voelkners, 2009”; it was like a memory immortalized in cement. I had walked along the driveway countless times, but I had never seen the handprints in the cement. I could see she was holding back tears through my own glassy eyes. I made such a big deal about how awful her moving was for me, but I never stopped to think that she had to give her house she grew up in to …show more content…
Already feeling incredibly emotional, we thought it would be best let it all out with a sad, sappy movie. Naturally, we went straight to Nicholas Sparks. The Notebook, we thought, was a classic and had to induce an unimaginable amount of tears. But we also weren’t willing to sit through 124 minutes of it. We eagerly skipped to the only part of the movie we knew about, the scene in the rain, which led to us seeing a little too much of Rachel McAdams, so we just sat in my TV room reminiscing, crying, and laughing.
We still keep in touch, and I still consider her one of my best friends even though I’ve seen her for only 2 months total in the past 48. She was supposed to move back to Westport permanently this year, but I still don’t want to give myself false hope. I feel guilty for not doing more to keep in touch with her; we had made a pact to facetime each other every day, but that sadly only lasted three days. Our lives have changed so much since she left, it terrifies me that we’ve changed too much and simply can’t relate
I didn’t even find out from Jaidan herself. It was at the science field trip in fourth grade when Katie Simons came up to me and said, “I like your outfit, by the way Jaidan is moving to Hong Kong!” That little side note at the end sounded like a joke at first, but I realized she was completely serious when I saw Jaidan out of the corner of my eyes, her shoulders shrugged and mouth pinched. “I was gonna give you a mint!” She exclaimed, elbowing Katie in the side. A mint definitely would have made it better, as you can imagine.
My best friend in the whole world was moving across the world. It was only a year at first, but one year became two, two became three, three became four, and as of now four could become anything. …show more content…
We went for a walk down to St. Luke’s church, and when we passed her old house, it was as if every memory we made together there came flooding back. Jaidan’s old house where I gave my first (absolutely horrendous) makeover, where we watched iFunny videos on her iPad in third grade and shoved it under her bed when her mom walked upstairs, and now it was filled by strangers.
She took me to a stone on her driveway, and lifted away the leaves of a plant covering it. There were three handprints on it: one was hers, one was her brothers, and one was her dog’s paw print. Underneath, it read “The Voelkners, 2009”; it was like a memory immortalized in cement. I had walked along the driveway countless times, but I had never seen the handprints in the cement. I could see she was holding back tears through my own glassy eyes. I made such a big deal about how awful her moving was for me, but I never stopped to think that she had to give her house she grew up in to …show more content…
Already feeling incredibly emotional, we thought it would be best let it all out with a sad, sappy movie. Naturally, we went straight to Nicholas Sparks. The Notebook, we thought, was a classic and had to induce an unimaginable amount of tears. But we also weren’t willing to sit through 124 minutes of it. We eagerly skipped to the only part of the movie we knew about, the scene in the rain, which led to us seeing a little too much of Rachel McAdams, so we just sat in my TV room reminiscing, crying, and laughing.
We still keep in touch, and I still consider her one of my best friends even though I’ve seen her for only 2 months total in the past 48. She was supposed to move back to Westport permanently this year, but I still don’t want to give myself false hope. I feel guilty for not doing more to keep in touch with her; we had made a pact to facetime each other every day, but that sadly only lasted three days. Our lives have changed so much since she left, it terrifies me that we’ve changed too much and simply can’t relate