So many of my dearest friends have moved away. I moved to this city because it had the highest concentration of excellent good friends. It was its chief recommendation. I had some great years with those excellent good friends, years when the friends became more excellent and the friendships more good.
They didn’t leave all at once. Almost every year there is another departure until only a few remain. They left, almost universally, with husbands – or men who would become their husbands. They left and got houses and children. This year, I’m due to lose another friend, with her wife and they will likely get a house and a child.
Unfortunately, all these excellent good friends get their houses in different places. If they would only concentrate in one city again, I might move again just to be surrounded, once more, with excellent good friends.
The Hamlet Project 