little bitty girl

I haven't had a chance to blog about this because of all the wedding hoopla but I really must write about it. Amid all this joy is also a sense of sadness. The beginning of this year has been tremendous but like all things, life tends to intervene and gives us reasons all the more to appreciate those around us. I have had to bid adieu to two good friends this year.

While I was away getting married, my dear friend Charise left our fair city to pursue her dream of fashion heaven in London. Charise was the assistant fashion editor to Fashion Magazine in Toronto. When she told me, I was so excited for her because I've always had dreams of living in London also. We had secretly talked about to going away together, over a year ago but then life happens, Stefan proposed and I realized that my life, was with him. He unfortunately lives here but NEVER SAY NEVER, as I plan to make full use of his UK citizenship sometime in the future.

I am so proud of her for getting up and following her heart despite of all her interests and loves she left behind. It was such a big step. I can't wait to hear all her amazing adventures living with our other fabulous girlfriend D'Arcy at their Notting Hill flat. And I know that she'll succeed because she's just so cool. And really how could the other fashion editors of the world not see that?

Then Boutsy aka Bootylicious, my rapscallion, rebel friend of my youth has also gone away. She has fallen in love and is also following her heart to Vancouver. Boutsy, regardless of the ten ought years we have known one another is the one person who has always remained the same. She's irreverant, funny, heart droppingly gorgeous but so unaffected by it that you cannot hate her for her beauty. Even though our busy lives don't permit us to see each other that much, I think my heart will know and be a little emptier for not having her near.

I know that this is what happens when we grow up and move on with our lives. My head tells me that I am really happy that they've taken this step but my heart is being a sucky baby and telling me that this part of growing up sucks, big time. I've already started planning vacations.