Yesterday I met two of my dearest friends. Not so long ago we lived together for several years. It is strange to meet them now, realizing slowly we are not living together anymore.
To know we won't meet in the kitchen in the middle of night, sipping on Glühwein to heat us up, because the kitchen didn't have a heater. And to come up with extremely funny solutions no one ever asked for. Or cooking our weekly dose of Spaghetti and Tomato-sauce, topped with a lot of cheese and then gathering around the small screen in the living room under one blanket to watch and comment on Tatort. Not being able to run into the living room and start dancing around and someone will join you or at least turn up the appropriate music.
We were there for each other. We disagreed. We discussed. We laughed. Sometimes we cried. I guess, we just had great time.
Now, I'm not the most melancholic person ever. When I left school and then moved away, I didn't feel like crying about. It's not that I dreaded school, but I found the idea of something new, of developing, exciting. I still do. I'm still looking forward how my life will develop. How much more I will learn. What people I will meet. But what makes me sad about my transition from studying to working, is that I won't have my friends around that much anymore. I know we will keep in touch, thanks to the internet that has got so much easier, but I also know that it won't be quite the same anymore as we will have only limited time together.
However, in the end, what counts is that I found a couple of great individuals that I now can call friends and will be happy to have around even if our lives develop in slightly different paths. I'm confident that we will have many great moments, laughs, emotions, disagreements and life together.
So, rather then weeping for something lost, I will look forward to many great years to come.
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