The End of an Era
Hi friends. So about two weeks ago I mentioned some life changing news that had come my way. Well, I guess it’s time to share it – and actually face reality. No use hiding in the denial bubble I’ve been living in the past few weeks.
About three weeks ago, I found out that Grundy – my roommate, my best friend, my partner in crime – is going to be transferred to another office. In California. And he leaves one month from today.
And, as usual, if anything describes the way I’m feeling, it’s this episode of FRIENDS. (Sorry for the subtitles?)
IT’S LIKE THE END OF AN ERA!
DON’T LEAVE ME!!!
I met Grundy in September of 2011. We both work for the same company and were in the same training class in Rhode Island. After first meeting him, I remember thinking that we could not have been more different. I would have never thought that this southern Florida girl would become best friends with this Yankee Boston boy. Before I knew it, we quickly grew into fast friends (probably because on the first night of training we both raced to the liquor store at 5:58 to grab beers before it closed at 6:00).
Fast forward to November. Grundy and I both found out that we were being transferred to the same office in Massachusetts. For some strange reason, he wanted to live with me and we turned from co-workers into roommates. Boston here we come!
I should have just said RIP to my liver then.
We went through everything together. I moved from Florida to Rhode Island to Boston, thousands of miles from all of my friends and family. Grundy was there with me step by step and always there for me throughout the ups and downs.
We experienced our first days in a new office together, worked side by side every day and then came home and spent the nights cooking, laughing, drinking beers, and becoming closer than ever.
He wasn’t just a coworker, or a roommate, but he became my best friend.
Now my partner in crime is leaving me (for bigger and better things) and I could not be more proud and excited for him! However, I can’t imagine a life without him here in Boston.
The minute I got the email from him (yeah, thanks for telling me through an EMAIL, Grundy) I started crying. Then I called him to wish him congratulations. Then I cried again, while he laughed at me. Then I came home and we celebrated at the Bruins game. And then I cried again.
I’m tired of crying.
No more tears!
Instead, I’m going to give a shout out to the guy who’s the guacamole to my Chipotle burrito bowl, the person who will sit with me and watch marathons of Pretty Little Liars, The Bachelor, and the OC (and actually enjoy it). The guy who taught me how to “Grundy”, shares my love of Scott Disick, and motivates me to get my ass up and go to the gym
every day once or twice a week.
The guy who helps me make music videos to Call Me Maybe and who makes me breakfast even after I shoot snowballs at him. Who puts up with me, my messiness, and watches out for me like a big brother. The guy who my dad literally calls “the son he never had”. My wingman, my partner in crime.
To my best friend: words can’t describe how much I’m going to miss you. I can’t believe we met just a year and a half ago when it feels like I’ve known you my whole life! I can easily say that life will not be nearly as awesome, or as fun, and definitely not the same without you. Boston will never be the same, but I can’t wait to come visit you in Sacramento!!!
Oh and never forget: you, Tom Grundy, are irreplaceable.
Let’s make the most of this last month – I can’t wait!