So it's official . . .
This summer will be my last in Boston. I'm packing up my things at the end of August and finally moving to NY. And while I'll be doing exactly what I want to do, I sat across from my best friend last night and cried into my sandwich like a sissy. I had been so busy making plans with friends who will be there and scouting jobs/apartments/quick money-making schemes that I forgot to get sappy that our time together will soon be bound by bus-bar-brunch-bar-brunch-bus Brooklyn weekends. I've been taking for granted the awesome days that we walk around uselessly or do nothing but hang out and heckle things or make fun of each other or whatever.
It really sucks that he isn't going to be doing exactly what I want him to do when I want him to do it. I'm making fun of myself here, but truly, his living here is a *huge* con in a room full of pros. He just started a job here that is good for him. He's making good decisions for his life and (thank god) isn't getting bossy about what's best for mine. Yet, his plan to stay in Boston is the rain on my parade, the poop in my punchbowl.
It's the kind of thing that could turn out badly. One of us could meet someone else or our conversations could fall flat as with friends who've grown apart. There are a lot of things that can happen when you aren't around. If that isn't a true test of a relationship, I don't know what is. We should feel lucky enough to find out if we're wasting time together or not. I'm going to be 27, and God knows he's as old as the hills, so we might be entering into a future together. If that future isn't based on more than mutual hangouts, friends, and well, city, then what's the great loss? I don't think that's the case at all, but you never know. I married a guy I don't even miss anymore, so anything can happen. All I'm saying in a convoluted, unnecessarily wordy way is that this is supposed to happen. It's fucking scary to leave the comfort zone, but I'm certain we'll end up better for it.
It really sucks that he isn't going to be doing exactly what I want him to do when I want him to do it. I'm making fun of myself here, but truly, his living here is a *huge* con in a room full of pros. He just started a job here that is good for him. He's making good decisions for his life and (thank god) isn't getting bossy about what's best for mine. Yet, his plan to stay in Boston is the rain on my parade, the poop in my punchbowl.
It's the kind of thing that could turn out badly. One of us could meet someone else or our conversations could fall flat as with friends who've grown apart. There are a lot of things that can happen when you aren't around. If that isn't a true test of a relationship, I don't know what is. We should feel lucky enough to find out if we're wasting time together or not. I'm going to be 27, and God knows he's as old as the hills, so we might be entering into a future together. If that future isn't based on more than mutual hangouts, friends, and well, city, then what's the great loss? I don't think that's the case at all, but you never know. I married a guy I don't even miss anymore, so anything can happen. All I'm saying in a convoluted, unnecessarily wordy way is that this is supposed to happen. It's fucking scary to leave the comfort zone, but I'm certain we'll end up better for it.