The last few days have been crazy. I spent the 4th of July weekend visiting a boy, a boy I have yet to decide on a blog-appropriate name for, a boy who is now more than a friend. We ended up getting our fireworks rained out, but we did have some tasty margaritas, totally kicked ass in Trivial Pursuit, and shared a good bottle of wine at a fancy-dancer restaurant. I had a great time hanging out with him and his roommates and I’m crossing my fingers that everything works out well. Of course I’m still not completely comfortable with a new relationship, being so fresh out of a long term relationship, but in that way it’s almost better that we’re 400ish miles apart. I can take my time and do my own thing most of the time.
Driving back to NEPA today brought all the pain back to the situation, being in Virginia was like being on vacation from the rest of my life. Driving through town and seeing all our old haunts is hard. Not knowing how he’s doing is hard. Having such a large chunk of your life vanish is hard. But the great thing about being 22, and seasoned* in the business of relationships is knowing that it gets better. It does get easier. I know because I did it all before, back when I was sixteen and my world felt like it ended every other day for a year. And I lived. Because, as Ms. Spektor says, “everyone must breath until their dying breath.”
Speaking of Regina, did I mention I’m seeing her AND the fabulous Ani Difranco TOGETHER on WEDNESDAY?!
Can you tell I’m excited?
It’ll be kickass.
I spent this evening packing up my apartment as much as I could and moving shit over to the shiny new apartment on the other side of the river. I’m hoping to be completely moved in by the end of the week. I’m also hoping to catch up on all the work I put off over the holiday break. So if you don’t see me around the internets don’t worry, I’ve not fallen into a ditch, I’ve just re-entered that damn “real world” thing everyone keeps talking about.
I’ve got some youtube goodness lined up for you later this week, I owe you two and one for Friday and they’re all banked in the draft session just waiting to be published….oh the suspense!
Now I’m off to shake the sand from every item of clothing I have…why does that always happen when one visits a beach? Sand everyone for weeks afterward. Once I had sand in my ear a month after I came home, but I think I was 8 then and really, 8 year old aren’t the epitome of clean.
Happy Back-to-work-Monday!
*as well as a 22-year-old can be when she’s had less than 5 actual relationships
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