The other day, I was watching reruns of Friends and the episode "The One on the Last Night" where Rachel is moving out so Chandler can move in came on. It may have been my period, it may have been that I seem to be getting more sentimental with age or maybe I'm just missing my friends and family in Missouri, but I cried like a little baby! It reminded me of leaving my apartment to move to California. Leaving that apartment was one of the hardest things I've ever done. It wasn't that it was a spectacular apartment or anything. Although, it was a brand new 2 bed/2 bath apartment when we moved in 2 years earlier. It was that I had the BEST roommate in the world and I was leaving her.
Tresh and I met through ex-boyfriends (at least those boys were good for something) when I was 22. We became great friends very quickly and had so much fun hanging out together. At 24, I was getting over the break-up of the guy who introduced us and Tresh was engaged to a major cheater (he had cheated on her quite a few times with the same girl). I convinced her that she needed to leave him and we decided to get a place together. I introduced Tresh to her now husband, Anthony and they started dating shortly after we moved in. We had so many great times in that apartment! So many fun wine nights, the best BBQ ever, spending hours at the pool, cooking dinner, sharing clothes, etc. We rarely ever had a fight or disagreement.
Moving out was one of the saddest times of my life. Tresh was getting ready to get married and I was moving 1800 miles away. Tresh had already moved most of her stuff, so there was barely anything left in there when I said goodbye. My mom and her boyfriend came over really early the Saturday morning Jeremy and I left for California and said goodbye. I tried not to cry when I said goodbye to them, because I knew it would just make my mom even sadder. As Jeremy and I were getting ready to pull out of the parking lot, I realized I still had my key. So, I went upstairs and unlocked the apartment for the last time. I looked around and it just hit me right then that I was really leaving. I walked through our empty apartment and just thought about all the great times we had there. I left my key, locked the door for the last time and went to the truck and started bawling.
Tresh and I have been through so much together; break-ups, lost friendships, marriages, my mom being sick, and so much more. She is one of the few people that no matter how long it has been since we have last talked or seen each other, we will pick up right where we left off. I know that I have a forever friend in that girl. I was a bridesmaid in her wedding and she was a bridesmaid, promoted to Matron of Honor (long story) in my wedding. When I go home to Missouri, I make sure to spend as much time with her as possible and her and Anthony always welcome me into their home with open arms.
Thank you Tresh for being one of the best friends I could ever ask for! Love my Tresh The Dish! Even though we are 1800 miles apart and the tornado took our apartment, we will be roommates in our hearts forever!