"Well I've only known you less than a year..."

I seem to have this effect on people. Where somehow you think/feel you've known me longer than you really have despite it being perhaps a year... or less. A friend I met last summer asked me today if we had that conversation in the summer of 08 or 09... well I didn't know her til 09... Her response upon me pointing this out? "Good grief." Yes, I know... time flies when you're introspecting. Maybe because I'm always with myself, and all I feel I know all my friends well, I guess I take my relational style for granted. Today we packed up some friends we met a year and a half ago. They are moving back to Knoxville. Shaun and I being the expert movers and packers that we (only due to practice) got everything to fit that needed to fit... with room to spare. We had dinner at the Zingerman's Roadhouse where I fell in love w/their sweet potato fries! (Honey, can you make me this?) And per usual, it didn't hit me that they were moving until we got ready to hug good-bye. That's when it always hits me... that this will be our last hug for a long while. I've enjoyed getting to know them, and I really like her pursuit of adventure. )She was very proud of me for passing my "Knots Test" for sailing!) I hate good-byes... they never feel fair.