but after years of living in our small town and wanting bigger and better things, more excitement and brighter chances to meet the man of her dreams, my best friend came back from travelling last year and decided to take the plunge, find a new job elsewhere, sell her house and bugger off to the other side of the country. Fair play to her, I said; she'd be missed terribly when she went but if it'd make her happy I'd be 100% behind her. She found a cracking job, put in an offer on a beautiful house, handed her notice in at work, put her house in town on the market, started getting her head around the whole prospect of upping sticks and moving her life on, and met the man of her dreams right here in town.
Two weeks after breaking the news she was leaving, she visited in a state of complete and utter turmoil, barely able to form coherent sentences without breaking down into a babbling, head-holding ball of confusion. It appeared she'd been like this for some time. I spoke to her a few days ago and she seemed no more together and just as muddled.
I'm going to see Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip with her on Sunday. I'm not sure if taking her to a large room full of people with loud music and screams and shouts is a great idea - I fear she may short-circuit and spontaneously combust right there in the Zodiac.
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