So today was, perhaps, one of the hardest days of my life.

I have a very close friend, practically a sister, who had to move out of her apartment due to financial problems. It has displaced two other people I deeply care about. Today I spent the entire day helping my friends move their belongings into storage and watch them go their separate ways.

I'm glad to see they all have the emotional maturity to understand the situation, I don't think there is too much bad blood between any of them. Come to think of it, the pain of separation pretty much solidifies how much we love each other. I think that, in time, we'll be close again. It's going to be a few years of rebuilding and getting stronger for all of us, but hopefully in later years we can settle back in.

I just think each of us needs to get stronger. In a way, this is necessary.