Two coats Bali, one coat Sumatra. Pretty, pretty, isn't it?
Today Amber is leaving me. She's leaving Cleveland (*sob*) to go off to California (**SOB**) and find whatever life has in store for her. She's leaving to do this:
(okay, so this is a picture of her sitting at a drafting table at IKEA because I made her do it, but you get the idea. She's leaving to be the best damn architect EVER)
We've known each other since we were...seven? Maybe? We went to summer camp together at the YMCA and we've been friends ever since. She's one of the kindest, funniest and smartest people I've ever met and I'm lucky to have her in my life. It's a bittersweet day; on the one hand, I'm sad...beyond sad, really...that she's leaving Cleveland. On the other hand, though, this is probably the best thing that could have happened to her. And I hope she finds what she's looking for in Los Angeles. I know she'll be back for visits and I know we'll keep in touch, but I can't help but feel forlorn at the thought of her not being a car-ride away. You may remember some of our shenanigans:
at west side Melt Bar & Grilled (nice nail polish, girl)
Forcing chocolate-covered pomegranate seeds to wear glasses and be hipsters like we try to be; at a free screening of Scott Pilgrim vs. the World
City Buddha in Cleveland Heights
I'm not the most optimistic person in the world, but one of Amber's many talents is that she is always, and I mean always able to put things in perspective for me or snap me out of a funk. It's not every day you find a friend like her, and I'm thankful. Any architect-y firm-y thing would be lucky to have her. Amber, I'm going to miss you like crazy. Good luck. I know you'll find what you're looking for. Show Eli Broad and LA who's boss (it's you).
Join me, if you will, in wishing Ms. Amber the best of luck. I know she'll appreciate it.
Love you, boo. Safe journey. And remember, all you do is win.