Yet another friend is fleeing from this town. Not just any friend, she is one I've known it seems since the beginning of time, drifting into and out of each other's lives, watching each other grow and change over the years, Bootygrrl, whom I love dearly. She worries and fears for the future, uncertain that the ties to this place, the people she loves, will remain close. I try to quell the anxiety; she will always be welcome and have a home in my heart no matter where her travels take her, what she experiences or how distant we may seem to drift. This is a recurring theme for me, I've had to adjust, had time to adjust. As just about everyone I care about has left, I'm used to maintaining long distance friendships. I may not hear from person x in a while; but I realize they may be preoccupied with their new life, new job, searching for new friends, in an entirely new environment to explore. But this does not bother me; I know they must think of me as often as I do of them. One more place to visit now. Tomorrow, alone we will be, sipping tea over quiet conversation and perhaps a few rounds of rummy to add to our life time tally. I'll have to look up the score.