The rain, Godiva coffee and a biscotti. Life doesn't get much better than curled up on a couch with these things on a chilly August afternoon. Chicago, renowned for its formidable winters and sultry summers, has been uncharacteristically cool and dry this year. The bizarre weather seems fitting given that everything else in life these days is also bizarre. I distinctly remember being 24 and having a very different idea of how life would be in a few years. It is with bittersweet longing that I remember being a single, hot blond who danced 5 nights a week, had a perfectly happy family life and wasn't particularly concerned with where I'd be in 5 years.
Intermission comment: watching "The Notebook" for the first time; there are a lot of ducks in that boating scene. How'd they choreograph them let alone get 'em to stay put?
Surly: adj
"unfriendly or hostile; menacingly irritable"
What a great word. A perfect way to describe the emotional melee of 3 years later. My best friend, truly, my sister, for whom I would have fallen on a sword for many times over, married, technically eloped would be the accurate word, my ex and is now bearing his second child as their first one, sadly, miscarried a year ago. I am the Suez canal between the warring countries of my parents and team sis 'n ex.
Fortunately I have the distractions of starting a new business, running the old one and haphazardly navigating the complications of a new relationship. LC once told me that the end of her 20's was a great blessing and that she wouldn't return to them for anything. The 20's, she said, are the time to learn who you are and figure out a lot of things the hard way. I used to think she was crazy, that to leave my 20's would be to leave youth, spontaneity and the best part of life. But now, with 3 years still left, I see exactly what she meant and will not be sorry to see them go in the least.
This move is not getting better....Alzheimer's. The pain of watching someone you love still live and slip away from you at the same time? This better have a happy ending.
Intermission comment: watching "The Notebook" for the first time; there are a lot of ducks in that boating scene. How'd they choreograph them let alone get 'em to stay put?
Surly: adj
"unfriendly or hostile; menacingly irritable"
What a great word. A perfect way to describe the emotional melee of 3 years later. My best friend, truly, my sister, for whom I would have fallen on a sword for many times over, married, technically eloped would be the accurate word, my ex and is now bearing his second child as their first one, sadly, miscarried a year ago. I am the Suez canal between the warring countries of my parents and team sis 'n ex.
Fortunately I have the distractions of starting a new business, running the old one and haphazardly navigating the complications of a new relationship. LC once told me that the end of her 20's was a great blessing and that she wouldn't return to them for anything. The 20's, she said, are the time to learn who you are and figure out a lot of things the hard way. I used to think she was crazy, that to leave my 20's would be to leave youth, spontaneity and the best part of life. But now, with 3 years still left, I see exactly what she meant and will not be sorry to see them go in the least.
This move is not getting better....Alzheimer's. The pain of watching someone you love still live and slip away from you at the same time? This better have a happy ending.
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