We met at quilt guild after I retired. I joined a guild that meets during the day and quickly found a few special friends who are as "addicted" to this creative craft as I am. But this one special friendship moved from connecting once a month at guild meetings to sharing many other activities after Dave and I moved to Ozaukee County and I could join the Newcomers Club.
Our husbands connected when we began to do things together as couples and, happily, the two of them got along just fine too. Shared dinners, competitive games of dominoes or hand and foot canasta. Shared trips to Akumal, Puerto Rico and several joint camping adventures. Quick phone calls to say "Let's meet for a burger." They would bike to Port Washington and we would walk over to the marina to meet for a quick visit. Outdoor summer concerts, cups of coffee at local stops, finding ways to visit outdoors during the height of the COVID pandemic.
You get the idea. The two of us met the two of them and we became fast friends here in the Milwaukee area. For me, after so many moves, finding a new "bestie" is really special....and moving means leaving a new "bestie" behind and starting all over again. It's not easy, as I age, to find someone who fits so "easily" because we don't share a history together and have to find and create our own new connections.
This time we aren't the ones packing up and moving....they are. And we say goodbye wishing them nothing but the best but wishing too that they just were not going. We hugged goodbye last night at a lovely dinner hosted by mutual friends....and I held it together. I didn't need Kleenex...but I didn't hang around for more than a minute after those hugs.
Yes....we have some other good friends here and I know we'll find other couples we enjoy spending time with, but still. I've looked and looked for a bestie at each of the eleven homes we've owned. In Milwaukee, she was mine.
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