If You're Not Dancing, Then You're Dead...

I've lived in Az now for about six months. Since I left Utah I've accomplished many things that I was unable, or unwilling to do while I was there. The smallest being my nail biting, (and even that was a big one since I've bitten my nails below the quick from the age of eight on) and the biggest (for now) being buying the GED Study book and looking into grants for school. I love the heat here, I love that there is no snow and no freezing rain. I don't dread work every morning even though I have to get up at five AM and am on my feet for eight hours a day. I can make it through the day without dissolving into tears now.
When we first got here I was so neurotic I just holed up in dads house and basically shook. I unpacked my stuff and then clung to dad or Kris or even Frank. I was still in the mode of not wanting to go out and do things, or get up in the morning. I didn't put make up on or really get dressed. I had no job, had left everything and everyone behind and I was worried I had made an even worse decision than staying there, despite the crippling depression.
Well, it was the right move. I have so many more friends here and even Kris is happier. There are still little problems but everything is moving along more smoothly than before.
There's just one problem.
I desperately miss Kelly. I think about him and my heart hurts. He's been my best friend for so long and now he's six hundred miles away. I talk about him all the time, I saw him in December and am counting the days till I get to go back to see him again. I'm not ecstatic over the ten hour drive we're going to make to get there, or that I will be back in Utah, in the cold and the snow and surrounded by a lot of people I want to avoid. But I am so happy to see Kelly I could puke.
I miss fighting with him, I miss hanging out and being stupid. I miss listening to him rant and ranting to him and making fun of each other. I miss watching him progress in school (which he is now done with!) I missed watching him Plan and make happen a fashion show for charity almost completely on his own. I mean, I have the internet and phones but it's not the same. I miss going dancing and working together and the whole last year I was there I was so miserable I just pulled away all the time. even when I made an effort I was still wanting to go home and hide.
I rarely regret anything I've ever done but I regret taking him for granted. I fully intend to make up for it whenever I get the opportunity.