We usually have coffee on Fridays, but we need to catch up. Leave a comment below and tell me everything you’re up to because I’m codependent and care too much for my own good.
Today I’m fresh off a plane from the Deer Valley Resort in Park City, Utah, and I don’t want to overstate it so I’ll just say: Park City is the most beautiful city ever. I spent 4 days with a dozen incredible women who inspired me, made me laugh to the point of tears, and I think mostly just shocked me with the amount of warmth and encouragement they offered. I’ll share so much more about this trip soon because it really was unforgettable and you should be in on that.
So, I had assumed that most of my major muscle groups had atrophied due to lack of use, but I recently found out otherwise. Last Sunday, I rented a UHaul to move all of my big furniture and the last of my belongings to Daniel’s. On the first piece we moved — my bureau — we maneuvered our way down a narrow staircase, and as we approached the second flight that leads to the street, Daniel said with a smile, “Aren’t you so glad we didn’t get movers?” He then tripped backward off the last step, the bureau fell on his leg, and he sprained his ankle. We’re so good at moving.
When we were done, I looked around at my bare apartment. My sweet little kitchen. I wrote a damn cookbook in that nook.
I walked through it and ached knowing I’ll never be in my tiny bedroom that only fit a full-sized bed. I’ll never open that sticky door and walk to the bathroom in the dark every night like clockwork. I’ll never come home with hands too full with groceries and accidentally slam the heavy front door and have to, 5 minutes later, answer the door to angry, sound-sensitive neighbors. And I’ll never sit on the couch with my girl, Sabrina, and talk, or not talk, or watch our stupid shows.
I think about the past two years and I recognize just how much I grew up, how much more confident and accepting of myself I’ve become, and it’s no coincidence that Sabrina, this gusting wind of unconditional love and support, was there. Somehow we never ran out of conversation, never stopped hating all the same things, never took a pause from fiercely supporting each other, didn’t get bored of working on weird self-improvement projects together. We felt each other’s pain…all the time. We celebrated everything down to the new season of The Mindy Project, with a cake. We cry-laughed at how plainly wrong we can manage to approach life sometimes.
I’ll only be 20 minutes away now, and back all the time, but still, my eyes were a flood zone passing the nail salon we always went to, the Starbucks where everyone knew my name and made my drink ahead of the line, my grocery store…
It’s a good thing to have such wild love for a time and place (and person) that you can’t bear to think it’s over. But it’s a chapter, and I have to remember that.
The thing is, I am so crazy happy to be starting my life with Daniel. And moving in with him feels like finally being home again. Cheesy, but true. It’s this irresistible contentment and peace that I wouldn’t trade for anything in the world now that I know what I know and have it back.
But enough about me. Tell me what’s new with you. I can’t wait to hear what’s going on.
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