Do you ever notice how life just sneaks up on you when you least expect it? Time seems to move faster as an adult than it did as a child. You start to measure time, not in years but in significant moments in your life. It starts as a teenager with your first crush, then moves along with your first date, your first kiss, your first car, your first beer, your first job, your first love, your first heartache. Spaced in between these moments are the deaths, births, and weddings of family and friends. Moments measured not on a calendar, but in our hearts and minds. These are the moments of our lives. Moments that make us who we are. Moments carried only in our hearts and minds and very rarely shared with others.
This past week, time snuck up on me. I'm moving out of my flat and in with Gareth. My flat mate is going to stay where we are and his girlfriend is moving in with him. As much as I love Gareth and want to spend the rest of my life with him, it's hard to leave here. It seems like only yesterday my flat mate and I became friends and he moved in. He was living in the back of the restaurant he works in to escape a bad family situation. I visited the place frequently for take out meals and we often got lost in conversation while I waited for my food. I stopped in one time and noticed bruises on his face. By the end of that night he was going to be living with me. I'm a firm believer that people come in to our lives for a reason, to help us grow, to challenge us, to love us. That night I almost didn't stop in for my take out meal. I was going to stop eating there for awhile, maybe try a new place or start cooking more at home. If I had done that, I may never have noticed his bruises and never offered to have him move in and we never would have become the friends we are today.
Cut to today and I'm packing some of my stuff and will be moving in with Gareth next weekend. While I'm happy and nervous about that, I'm sad that I'm saying goodbye to this part of my life. We've had some great times in this flat and I'm going to miss those moments. I've been sitting here today having flashes of moments running through my head. While I'm going to miss the flat, I'll miss my friend even more. Of course we'll stay friends and visit often, but you know as time moves on so will we. We'll become occupied with our individual lives and before you know it we'll run into each other one day and wonder where the time went. We'll exchange numbers and promise to keep in touch, but we'll know its only talk.
Today, his girlfriend and Gareth are coming over and the four of us are going to make a spaghetti dinner, watch a movie, play some board games, drink some wine, and have plenty of laughs. When I look back on this part of my life, it will be moments like today that I'll remember.