Leaving on a jet plane....

Don't know when she'll be back again...

Realization is setting in. My Karen is gone in 2 days. That bitch is really up an leaving us!!

Crying has happened.... Angry thoughts as well.... Yet, I'm still feeling too happy to function. I guess maybe I just don't realize that one of my best friends is moving to Chi-town just yet. I think Friday is that day.... also perhaps it doesn't seem so drastic because Addison has proven to be an amazing example of a healthy long distance best friendship. And it probably hasn't made me cry horribly because I know I'm going to spend all of my money going to Chicago. 

My double life from LA to Seattle has just turned into a 3 some with Chicago.

I can dig it...

As a matter of fact I'm looking forward to it...

It's just that with the good thoughts and optimistic thoughts, I still have to realize that Karen "the accent" Betancur is going to be missing from our usual activities.

No more forcing her to go out....

No more driving down the block to her house....

No more hearing her constantly talk to her "mamita" ...

No more punching her in the vagina....

No more counting on her to help me beat up the ratchets....

Most importantly, no more Karen to keep us in line when we are all out and about!! 

Now I know these are total Debbie Downer statements and realizations, BUT I do comprehend the positives of her leaving too...

Chicago is a big, new, and exciting city.  New places, new food, new people, new hot guys for her to look at.  I mean, this bitch already has an apartment downtown, and a full time job that not only pays extremely well, but is a job doing something she loves.  If she did not go, or tried to bitch out,  I would basically tell her how she has officially failed at life itself.

The move is inevitable, necessary, and pretty much complete.  There's no turning back now.

As she was realizing how real the move was, this skitch (did I say it right?) was all worried about putting her life into 6 boxes.... and I'm such a horrible friend because my initial thought was along the lines of "NO BITCH, how are you going to fit US into 6 boxes? ME?  How are you going to fit us into that new life up there?  Where do I go??"  I mean come on, how am I supposed to function properly when it costs $280 to come and vent to her face to face or punch her in her girl parts?!? That is a four hour plane ride!  LMFAO.  I knew I could count on Karen to make my life this difficult. I mean usually it's a Teneya thing, but I guess it was a long time coming for Karen to make me suffer.  They say that a big life change is scary, but it is even scarier to regret something....

So I accept it.

I accept that she is moving.... 

I accept that it will cost me $280 to see her ugly face....

I accept that this leaves me with one less vagina to hang out with....

I accept that she has to make new friends for over there.....

I accept that she will find boys who I won't get to interrogate right away....

I accept that it is the best decision she has ever made to date (many more to come)....

I accept that I will need to punch other people in the vagina .....

and most of all, most importantly,

 I accept that she is leaving me....

 I have always known Karen was going to be the one to do all the big life changing, city changing things.  But I guess I never realized how serious a move was because it wasn't actually happening. Honestly I have low key been waiting for her to join the Peace Corp or runaway to France since we graduated college.... so I guess Chicago is not THAT sudden.  She is using her 3 c's.

She is making a choice to take a chance so her life can change, because PROGRESS and GROWTH are impossible without change.

  

SO I think I can officially approve this move. And that's because I approve her growth, I approve her doing grown folk things.  I hate that she will be so far, but I know it won't change us.... Well, except that as of this moment, I will now be punching all bitches in the vagina since hers won't be around. 

I know I can still count on her IMing me during work hours, phone calls, texts, the works.  And if all else fails, what are credit cards for anyways?!?

 I am proud to announce that I am officially a part time Chicago resident as of Saturday.  I have a blow up mattress in Karen's downtown apartment and we accept any visitors as long as you fill up our fridge and buy us drinks when you visit.

My baby Karen may be a new Chi-town resident (who is going to take over the city by the way), but she is an LA girl at heart. 

Plus face it, that bitch can't live without me.