I’m elbow-deep in CRM, and I’m pretty sure I wish I had gone into Veterinarian Services instead – massaging the inside of a cow’s uterus is probably a great deal less messy than inexplicable data.

Josh and Shan got their shiny new keys on Saturday, and on Sunday we moved them into their new home. The place is fantastic – they have so many bathrooms I don’t know what to do with myself – and I’m very happy for them. I can’t imagine how awesome it would be to settle into something that is your very own home, especially one as nice as theirs. I can’t wait to see it once they’re all set up!

I *am* happy for them, too. I know I’ve been a sour ball of angst over the move, but it was never because I wasn’t happy for them. Buying your first home is huge (so they tell me), and I’d be a pretty lousy person if I couldn’t share in the delight of two of my closest friends. I’m thrilled for them, and always have been – it’s ME that had the problem.

I didn’t want them to move at all. I absolutely loved having Josh and Shan living so close to us – it was basically the only thing keeping Ed and I in the building (apart from sheer laziness). For all my “change is awesome!” cheerleading, I actually hate change. Their new townhome meant no more random visits with a 10-second warning to make myself decent, no more stopping at their door before going home to share news or brownies, no more carpooling across the water or border with little to no planning. My angst had nothing to do with bitterness over their awesome new home, and everything to do with my loneliness.

I know that things won’t *really* be changing – the Gang hasn’t changed; there are still Good Times a-comin’, and we’ll see each other as much as we ever did (but perhaps not in pajamas) – I just can’t help but feel a pang of sad when I see the empty windows of their old apartment. I also acknowledge that it’s silly to think we all would have stayed in the same horrible building forever and ever just because it was fun to live with friends, but I live for the present and that’s exactly how I DO think even when reality inevitably comes crashing down around my head and I spend weeks in a funk because I am seven flavours of ridiculous with bottomless fries.

But! I am slowly getting used to their not being in our building. They don’t live far from us, their new place is many awesome, and they have Diet Coke in the fridge just for me. There is no bad here; none at all. Hooray for Josh and Shan and their new home (of which I am already the Mayor – thanks, Foursquare!)