I am sitting in the stillness of my empty house. It's becoming clean and sorted (my continuing project for today), the lights are off 'cause it's a hot day, and it's looking bare 'cause I've started to pack
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Next week on this day. Oh Tegan... Just because I want it said at least once, somewhere: I am going to miss the quirkyalone you. I am so looking forward to meeting the you that will be, the you which will be one half of a greater You. I am so very, very excited for the adventure in creation that you're about to start. But I'm also going to be grieving, just a little, for the Tegan who lived down the hall on floor 9, who looked after my shoes when I left them behind, and who came and took me for walks under umbrellas in the rain. The Tegan in the room next door who was always up and making coffee before I could even imagine opening my eyes. The Tegan who I did dishes with while discussing philosophy and the merits of the backup choir on the Hoku CD. This thing, is indeed a Very Good Thing. But I'm still going to miss you. A
Gorgeous, I miss those things too. So much. But I missed all that before there was a boy in the picture. Even if I was single, we'd still be on different continents. So while I understand the sentiment - and I really do! - I don't think we can necessarily blame Boys for this one. *grin* Anyway, I will see you SO soon, and we will make an epic chocolate cake.
I don't think it's actually necessary that I tell you that you both just made me cry a little.
I think that Wen hit the nail on the head. You're not my first friend to get married. But you are my first self-declared-quirkyalone to successfully make the transition to quirkytogether. And that... feels a little different somehow.
It's not bad. It's beautiful. But it is different. And we all know how the degree of grace with which I handle different varies with the day.
I can't wait to see you and witness this next Great Good Thing in your life ... and j'ai hâte the purple shoes.
In a culture where marriage has come to mean so little I have found myself questioning the entire institution. Demanding that this binding of paths result in more than just a loss of dreams. I am tired of the rapid way in which people rush into, and then out of the union. However, in the midst of all this questioning that fills my head, your marriage makes me happy. I mean I haven't even met your boy [read man if that really is the new term being used], but I have heard you talk about your relationship, and have watched the changes in your perspectives and ideas in the past year. I for one am glad that there are still testaments to the idea that marriage can be a joyful and beautiful union.
Hey somebody has to be the cynical bastard in your life. I mean just to balance out all the optimists... plus we really haven't had that many conversations recently *grin*.
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I think that Wen hit the nail on the head. You're not my first friend to get married. But you are my first self-declared-quirkyalone to successfully make the transition to quirkytogether. And that... feels a little different somehow.
It's not bad. It's beautiful. But it is different. And we all know how the degree of grace with which I handle different varies with the day.
I can't wait to see you and witness this next Great Good Thing in your life ... and j'ai hâte the purple shoes.
Ok maybe more than a little.
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Looking forward to the bustle of next weekend...
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