One of the hardest things about moving away is that you’re not there for people when they need you.

What I mean by that is that when you’ve made friendships with people over the years, they come to rely on you for things and you on them. When you move, that convenience just isn’t there anymore and that’s hard, emotionally.

I have some friend back in Atlanta that I am very close with and we’ve been there for each other in times of joy and times of not so joy. It’s great when you can just pick up the phone and say, “hey, can you do me a favor can you help me out?” My friends know that when they needed me, I would be there, didn’t matter what time, day or night. And i have to tell you that feels good, darn good to be exact. That’s more than just friends, that’s family.

It’s the same for my family, the one I was born in to, it’s tough not being there, well, not being close in proximity to them to be able to be there whenever they might need me. Since I don’t live near them, it takes planning to get there, if they’re going through something, like everyone getting sick one at a time or the entire family or someone needs to go out of town on business and they need an extra hand. The great thing is that my dad lives close enough that he can be there when they need him, I just wish I could do the same.