The madness therein.
Trouble is, anything can set this off. The custard on an episode of Top Chef: Just Desserts, equals frozen custard at Culver's. And a stop at Subway reminds me of all the times we used to go there after work. Like that time a lady we didn't know recognized us as "those inserters".
Yes, you can make new friends. Even if you suck at it, like I do. You can meet people you like, who share common interests with you. But it takes time to build a history with someone. The new people in your life will never 'get' you, like your old friends do. Like the people you once hung out with every other day. They won't be the source of so many inside jokes that literally anything can set off a memory. Not for a long while, anyway.
She's the kind of town you spend your life digging your way out of. But every time I've gotten out, she's all I can think about. The next time I'll see her. Beautiful from a distance, in all her redneck glory.
And I've never once regretted following him here, as the only way to be together. But my heart screams silent whys. How it is that I can't have my life with him and my life with there, simultaneously. Why sometimes and always can't be friends. The unpleasant alternative being to never be wholly me wherever I am. For some piece of me to forever wander, lost, in search of home. Probably stuck in Iowa somewhere. Does anyone like Iowa? My food is getting cold.
Yes, you can make new friends. Even if you suck at it, like I do. You can meet people you like, who share common interests with you. But it takes time to build a history with someone. The new people in your life will never 'get' you, like your old friends do. Like the people you once hung out with every other day. They won't be the source of so many inside jokes that literally anything can set off a memory. Not for a long while, anyway.
She's the kind of town you spend your life digging your way out of. But every time I've gotten out, she's all I can think about. The next time I'll see her. Beautiful from a distance, in all her redneck glory.
And I've never once regretted following him here, as the only way to be together. But my heart screams silent whys. How it is that I can't have my life with him and my life with there, simultaneously. Why sometimes and always can't be friends. The unpleasant alternative being to never be wholly me wherever I am. For some piece of me to forever wander, lost, in search of home. Probably stuck in Iowa somewhere. Does anyone like Iowa? My food is getting cold.