A New Season

Dear Mr. Change,
I would appreciate it greatly if you would consider NOT taking three very important people away from me all at once. I'm not sure my heart can handle it. I know it's part of growing up, but do you think you could hold off for a little while. Say what you will, I probably do have Peter Pan syndrome, I don't like the idea of growing up. So what? I can resist you all I want to. I can fight you until I cannot fight any longer.
Sincerely,
Your staunchest enemy, Andrea

My eyes are so full they're leaking, leaving trails of vainly placed mascara down my freckled cheeks.
"It's a part of life," Joseph says.
Yeah, but can we skip this part?
I don't want to know what life will be like with half the country between us.
And you, I know you're leaving for a job, but do you think you could find something a little more local?
Finally, you, more a sister than a friend...who will take me bra shopping when I'm too shy to embark on the journey alone?

If this a part of life, a journey, a new season, when and where does mine pick up?

To everything
Turn, turn, turn
There is a season
Turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under Heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep