A sanctuary and a conversation (rp for on_jennys_terms)
There's something in Jenny's tweets and emails that gets her hackles up. Something deeper than stress over the job and stress over married life with kids. It's that kind of twinge in her gut that lets her know something is just wrong, that Jenny is serious about taking off to Siberia if she can get away with it. So she does what she can do now, and knows that at some point she and Jenny are going to have to talk about the source of her new found freedom. The reason is simple, but she knows that for as close as they are, Jenny isn't a mind-reader. Jenny has no idea about the deal she's set up. So she's going to talk to her about it. Going to talk to her about anything they want or need to talk about. The good thing about her best friend is that once they get under the crap, they can really talk. Even when they're hurt, they can talk. But more than that, if Jenny needs to get away and talk and be supported, that's what she'll be there for.
So she gets up out of bed and books a flight to Massachusetts. She'll rent a car once she gets back East. Jenny can stay as long as she needs- and show up when she can, though Liz knows logically that it'll just be a couple of days, if that. Life is what it is. She has to clean out the house anyway. It's been on her list of things to do. It's the property she wouldn't let the Marshal's service sell off. This is her childhood playground. She isn't about to let that become a part of a forgotten past. Not yet.
Within days, she's unlocking the door to the cabin of her childhood. Despite the dust it is meticulously preserved from the last time she was here, six years ago. Despite the jetlag, she gets to work. Groceries unloaded. Hammock restrung. Sheets put on the bed. Iced tea in the fridge. In only a couple of hours the home has transformed into something liveable. Into her own sanctuary. When she's comfortable, she settles in onto one of the porch chairs with an old favorite book (this week it's The Great Gatsby).
Jenny will come when she's able and ready, but this trip is about more than that for Liz. For her, it's a chance to connect to a part of her she thought lost forever. She needs to find herself again. The last year has become a strange, meandering world of being there completely for others or being completely helpless. There has been little chance to walk her confident middle line. So she regroups. Gives herself a moment to breathe. The truth is Jenny does need her, now more than ever. So now, Liz needs to find herself again.
So she gets up out of bed and books a flight to Massachusetts. She'll rent a car once she gets back East. Jenny can stay as long as she needs- and show up when she can, though Liz knows logically that it'll just be a couple of days, if that. Life is what it is. She has to clean out the house anyway. It's been on her list of things to do. It's the property she wouldn't let the Marshal's service sell off. This is her childhood playground. She isn't about to let that become a part of a forgotten past. Not yet.
Within days, she's unlocking the door to the cabin of her childhood. Despite the dust it is meticulously preserved from the last time she was here, six years ago. Despite the jetlag, she gets to work. Groceries unloaded. Hammock restrung. Sheets put on the bed. Iced tea in the fridge. In only a couple of hours the home has transformed into something liveable. Into her own sanctuary. When she's comfortable, she settles in onto one of the porch chairs with an old favorite book (this week it's The Great Gatsby).
Jenny will come when she's able and ready, but this trip is about more than that for Liz. For her, it's a chance to connect to a part of her she thought lost forever. She needs to find herself again. The last year has become a strange, meandering world of being there completely for others or being completely helpless. There has been little chance to walk her confident middle line. So she regroups. Gives herself a moment to breathe. The truth is Jenny does need her, now more than ever. So now, Liz needs to find herself again.