For years, I've made your acquaintance, you lovely people from Wisconsin and Ohio, Texas and New Jersey, and we've had a fine time getting to know one another and becoming friends.
And then, just when I've gotten attached, you've gone. Folded up your couches and taken off - sometimes to return home, other times for greener, cheaper pastures elsewhere. While I've been supportive of your opportunities in far-flung cities, and raised glasses in toast to your new jobs, new homes, and new cars, I have to be honest: it really sucks to lose you.
Because no matter what your vows, or how often you promise to write or visit, it's just not the same.
So I've made a vow: as I seem to be losing friends at a greater rate than I'm gaining them, I'm swearing off the transient ones. You might be a wonderful person, who I've just met on the bus or at the bar or on the job. But if you're not planning on staying, I'm not putting the effort into getting to know you. Because I really hate saying goodbye.
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