Yesterday, Chris & I helped a good friend move. Alas, this is the plight of the San Franciscan. In 2 years, I have seen 2 good friends leave the City-- which I've heard is a pretty good average for here.
I'm sad to see them go, 'cause I'm a terrible keeper-in-toucher, and because it's hard to find friends who will ask you "How are you really?" and mean it.
I told myself when we got back from all our travels this summer that I would once again start the quest for friends. It's funny-- like dating again, except that I'm married. When I meet someone who seems interesting (friend potential), I feel like an overly eager guy at a bar, asking for phone numbers and arranging times to hang out. But what's a girl to do? I know that if I don't go for it, Chris & I will spend far too many nights in front of our Netflix ;)
Cara, I will miss you!
Now, I will search Craigslist for someone to replace her (um, just kidding)
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You are hilarious!
Well, I bit the dust much more softly than I ever would have because of y'alls help! AND we got to have a great dinner and deep conversation - sweet! We will be back to SF so much (I have 4 trips already booked!), Matt's heart is here as you know, SO we won't have to be so far removed!
I loved your "God came back" blog :)
Good luck on Craigslist - I am a kooky find and I imagine it's hard to duplicate 29 yr old, dorky, ministry loving, wacko with a funky pug!
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