short a gypsy in my life...why can't i hear the gongs?

Today was a hard day.

Today, I had to say goodbye to my roommate, my best friend in university, my sister and my college sweetheart. (screw you d.) Today, she finished the last performance of her show, "The Death of the Good", packed up the car, and drove into the horizon.

It's crazy how fast this all happened. Just two weeks ago i was lying on her bed and we were chatting about life, love, turd mongers and the like, avoiding the impending doom of our english canada essays. We were eating ice cream, talking about the show, talking about life, and little unimportant things that even now I can't remember, but I remember that the time we had on her bed, just chatting and eating stale ice cream was so amazing because it was with her. She's been there for everything for me since second year, through the highs and lows, the essays and the drafting projects, bs profs and horrible plays, break ups and hook ups, fights and makeout sessions, and everything in between.

These past 12 monthes have been a whirlwind. This time last year, I was getting on a plane, on my way to Paris, escaping my dissolving realtionship. I had some hard monthes over the summer, living with an ex, having a potential roommate dumpe me via text (while in te middle of a fight with the ex too...guh) living by myself, and having stephie come back with her own broken heart. Together we rebuilt each other, and lived in our house of love at 2-quart. We had theme parties, dance parties, skank parties, severe injury parties, and just amazing times together. And on top of all that she was an amazing roommate who I never had a problem with (EVER!) and even the one tiff we had resulted in a huuuge payoff and more awesomeness!

And now she's gone.

Last night, we had a few people over for drinks and we went to the lochs fora final send off. We held hands and walked along parlaiment, arm in arm, hand in hand. the water was beautiful. with our own little discretion in each of our hands, we said our goodbyes together to parlaiment. We then had our ast Mellos night together and kissed each other goodnight.

I wish there was more time, I wish i could hug her and kiss her one more time, I wish I could hear her drunken giggle one more time. I know she's not gone forever, she's only across the pond, but it's not like it's a road trip away. She's no longer down the hall from me screaming at the news on her laptop or skyping people on the other side of the world. Now she's on her way to be with them, and I'm jealous. She's mine.

She'll be okay. She'll have her amazing adventures that she always has, and live the amazing life she's always wanted. And I'll be okay too. I'll go on with my life and with my own adventures too. I'll just miss the adventures we had together.




...never forget how gong we are.

-janeovison.