Swoonish
I wish I could do this last year all over again.
Not to make any different decisions or take things back. But because they were the most colorful months of my entire life, and they went un-authored, un-deliberated, blogless.
I spend every moment with him, learning who he is, dealing with the differences between us. We finally attended church together, something we've been wanting to do for ages. And standing there next to him, worshiping with strangers, the first inklings of home started to set in. I'm in love with California, in love with the job, and can't think of any good reason why I can't take steps toward normalcy. Because uprooting every few years, stumbling through big life experiences on my own, this doesn't seem normal anymore.
I want those other things.
If I could just get over all the crap his skeezy friend tells him about how he shouldn't be with me...
Not to make any different decisions or take things back. But because they were the most colorful months of my entire life, and they went un-authored, un-deliberated, blogless.
I spend every moment with him, learning who he is, dealing with the differences between us. We finally attended church together, something we've been wanting to do for ages. And standing there next to him, worshiping with strangers, the first inklings of home started to set in. I'm in love with California, in love with the job, and can't think of any good reason why I can't take steps toward normalcy. Because uprooting every few years, stumbling through big life experiences on my own, this doesn't seem normal anymore.
I want those other things.
If I could just get over all the crap his skeezy friend tells him about how he shouldn't be with me...