Here Today, Gone Tomorrow

Excuse the title, as I cannot think of anything creative right now.

Tomorrow, my best friend, Tracy, will be moving to Las Vegas to live with fiance, Twon Bobby. I am excited that she is excited about starting a new chapter of her life, but I am sad that she will not be in my area code.

For the past eight years, Tracy and I have experience life together. We met when I was her "boss", something we joke about now, at the Recreation Department. Then one August night, she bumped into me standing in front of my apartment complex in San Diego. I was holding a gigantic martini glass in one hand and a beer in the other. Of course, I was wearing some see-thru shirt, too. I was a vision of class to say the least. She was moving into her new apartment and her parents with her to help. When she saw me, she said "This is my boss, Becky." I was a little embarassed.

We quickly bonded the rest of the summer at home, knowing that we would be neighbors at SDSU. During our last year in college we shared many road sodas, laughs, tears, and girly TV.

Tracy came with me to pick out the (original) love of my life, Buster. I was determined that I did not want a black poodle and looked at all of the other poodles in the ghetto of El Cajon. But when that tiny black hairball kept coming back to my foot, Tracy convinced me that it was a sign. Tracy is Buster's godmother!

When we graduated college, Trace was sure she wanted to move back to Orange County. However, I was determined to stay in San Diego and not go back to live with my parents. She would always try to talk me into moving back, but I wanted to continue my SD lifestyle one more year, knowing that I would move back the following year to begin my teaching career.

Well, after I signed my SD lease, I quickly realized that I was going to need money to pay my portion of the rent. How was I going to do that as a full time student and a student teacher? To my dismay, I packed my bags and headed back to OC. Tracy was excited.

We both went through the credential program at CSUFullerton. During this year, we exchanged lesson plans and ideas, studied for tests, and made weekly visits to Pierce Street Annex.

Through ups and downs with other friends, Tracy, was always there. Well, except for when she was in Europe. (Adrienne took over there). Tracy has always been the most loyal, fun, and supportive friend.

I couldn't ask for better best friend. She will be teaching at a school two blocks from my parents' house and I know I will still see her a lot. I will just miss her being close by. :(

We will celebrate tonight with a bandana barcrawl. Look for a blog about that later!