I realized today that I have one true non-writerly meatspace friend outside of work who still speaks to me. He lives five states away. It sucks.
I have one friend who never speaks to me, but when we reconnect in a couple of years, it will be like old times (where she’s the boss of me and I follow her around like a puppy on a leash). Best friends.
The rest of my meatspace friends are work friends. Or family. But mostly work friends.
I love my work friends. I love the witty banter over lunch. I love the networking events we attend together. I love the way they each handle responsibilities.
I hope we continue to be friends when I leave. I usually burn bridges while I’m still standing on them.
I don’t want that to be the case this time. I love you guys. No, not in the sexual harassment lawsuit way.