My best friend has left me.  Well, me and a bunch of other people.  She’s actually on vacation.  Out of the country.  For two weeks.  And I miss her.

She’s not just my best friend, she’s my BFF.  My “sistah” if you will.  My sister from a different mister.  I met her completely by chance only 6 years ago (a strange tale to be told some other time), but I knew instantly that we were very much alike and destined to be good friends.  We usually talk on the phone every day, but other than a few hurried emails, we’ve had no contact while she’s been away.  And I don’t like it.

I’ll call her Elle (which isn’t her real name, which I would never use, because she suffers from an intense phobia of identity theft and invasion of privacy.  Oh and fiery plane crashes.  And large bridges.  And spiders.  And I’m sure there’s more – I’m just forgetting them).

Besides my mom, Elle is the only other daily female contact I get.  Sure I have other girl friends, female coworkers, even sister-in-laws.  But I usually speak with my mom and Elle on a daily basis about the details of my life and theirs and when one of them is away it leaves a noticeable void.  And I don’t like it.  Not one bit.

But she’s coming home today!  And life will return to normal.  Missed you Elle!