“You will find that you’ll meet the same people in your new life but their faces and names will be different;” in an email from Mom.
Way to go with the wise advice Mother figure!! (She still considers herself a transplant in Buffalo after 30 years). But hey, three hours or three days away from home- I guess I’m starting to understand.
The other night while Matty and I were snug in our new down comforter I started telling him about how happy I am with my new life. And in the next sentence I was in tears talking about how much I miss my friends.
NOTE: There is a benefit to Matty not understanding the wild emotions of a sensitive girl. He was confused and wanted to know if the last thing he said before the waterworks is what upset me. A very innocent; “Have you thought any more about your plans on Friday night?”
When forced to talk about my wave of feelings I discovered that even though I LOVE my new life- I wish I could somehow merge it with the old one, or at least share it over a bowl of Pho or glass of Spanish wine.
Luckily Matty and I get along fabulously. He is truly my newest best friend. My little meltdown happened coming off about 48 hours of non-stop Matty/ Dawnie time. We are as in sync as an old married couple but with the passion of youth. I could not have designed a better partner for myself, myself. But sometimes you just need time with the tried and true.
I’m just craving a little connection to home. Want to sneak around dirty bars talking about life with Sara, or cook a meal with 22, or run around with Erika. And do what ever else I like to do with everyone else.
Very thankful to have so much love in my life.