movin' on (when you're not super ready but also ready)

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Bleh, this is sad to type.

The boys and I are moving out of my favorite place I've ever lived, our house in Haight / Ashbury. It's been an absolute dream — living with my best friends during what's been the most grown-uppy and learn-y and challenge-y and surprisingly steady season in our lives. We've lived together for 4.5 years and have been in this spot for 2.5 years, and I can't believe it's coming to an end.

I'm happy that it's on great terms. We're all in relationships and are looking forward to living with our girlfriends, but to be honest — that only makes it a little easier. Every day for the last ~5 years, I've come home to 3 of the most fun, serious, kind, silly men on the planet. They're my people. They make my life so much better. They make my life my life, you know? 

Real friends are like that. They make your life better and more serious and more stupid and more real and more surreal and more everything. They just make it more. 

I know that sharing the same roof isn't the only reason we've stayed as close as we are, but it's sure helped. It's like the last season of Friends when you know that everything is changing. Life is going in the direction that it should, but it's still sad and weird and different and exciting all at the same time. It's just new, and new is... new. You know that Chandler and Joey won't see each other nearly as often, but they'll make it count when they do. You know that Rachel will have to learn to complain to Ross instead of Monica. You know that the group will hear Phoebe's "songs" when they can all make it to Central Perk, but they won't hear her noodling on her ideas on the couch with wine. 

It's exciting. It's new. It's the right direction. But, it's different. It's moving on before you're ready. It's ending on a high note.

I've got ~13 more days of knowing where the boys are because I can hear them in the other room, not because I'm watching closely on FindMyFriends. Honestly, thank god for that app. It's about to become my favorite. 

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