The next morning Kate drove me to the airport. It had started raining shortly before we left and hadn’t stopped. She spoke very little, and I was too nervous to say much of anything. She had been my best friend at the university, the one who had held my hand at my father’s funeral, and had let me vent when Preston and I had a fight. Looking at her I finally realized she was crying.
“Oh honey, no tears, you will be coming to visit and I will be back her for the next holiday,” I say matter of fact ly. She shook her head, “I know but what do I do until then?” By this point we were at the drop off, I climbed out of the car and hugged her tightly. “I love you,” I tell her still not letting go, “I will see you soon.” I grab the few suitcases I didn’t have shipped and make my way to the plane. New York New York here I come.