Separation Anxiety, or something close to that…

One of my dearest college classmates is probably up in the air right now, flying her way to greener pasture. Johnnette Bedonia is one of the few friends that I have managed to keep in touch with post-acad, maybe not everyday, but regularly. I can’t help but be sentimental about her leaving. There is this gnawing feeling that strikes familiar to me and I have busted my wits trying to lay my finger on it. Don’t get me wrong; I couldn’t be any happier for her. I’m sure that she’d do great out there. If not for this inane and bothersome sentiment, I could be jumping and hopping here and there in celebration of her feat. Communication is the least of my worries, thanks to social media, web calls, and all other advances that the world did not have quarter of a century back. Physical absence? I don’t think so–the last time I saw her was almost two years ago. Besides, experiencing first hand how fast time flies nowadays (for me at least), she’ll be back in no time. Envy? No, not even the friendly kind, if ever such exists. I have chosen to embark on a different path that leaves me not wanting to take the same fate as most nurses, not anytime soon.

So, what could be the cause of all these slushy sentiments that have kept me from being productive for the past hours?

Beats me. It’s one cliffhanger that I’ll have to figure out sooner or later. 

In the meantime, I just want to wish my friend a safe trip. Bon voyage, Johnny! (Size 9 ako. LOL)

PS: Sentiments, sentiments, sentiments, as if three is not too much. I just can’t get enough of it.