everytime we say goodbye, I die a little...

It's my last night with oldest friend Rose--tomorrow she heads back to Galway, Ireland where she now lives. We've spent the last three weeks re-living our high school days (smoking in cars, losing lighters, laughing about nothing). I can honestly say she's the best friend I've ever had: she's seen me through more bad haircuts and bad break-ups than I can say. I'm sitting on her bed typing this now, while she folds laundry and packs, a sad song playing in the background. I hate goodbyes, especially with someone you really love. But hopefully (cross your fingers now) I will get a great job when I'm back in the city, save up some money, and go to visit her after classes end.