My dear friend Lisa left for New York City to explore the culinary worlds out there. We knew for a while, but it didn’t quite hit home until a few days before she left. We made different plans for last get-togethers: a potluck at her house, a Sunday brunch, and finally a dinner at one of her favorite places. The dinner was a group event with many of her former coworkers from two jobs ago. That’s the group my husband falls into, and how we first met! Well, I made a series of collages for her to remember us. I picked out the pictures I wanted to use, had K print them, then I cut them and layed them out. As I did the final step I really started crying. She asked me if it was hard leaving different friends when I moved here from Maryland, and I said that it was different. Basically, I was just one big sad mess because I was leaving all of my friends at once. There wasn’t time to think about each friend individually and what I would miss for each one. (That would have been really hard, so I’m glad my brain didn’t process that fully.) Of course, there was also the whole “I chose to come here for my husband” idea. That helped!