i agree with brook.
About a week ago, Brook said she felt like moving into this apartment, we were just a couple of kids playing house.
I agreed then, cause it felt kinda surreal, and it felt very temporary.
Now, I agree even more so. I had a good talk with a friend from home yesterday. Normally, I’d go over to his house, watch 3 hours of Arrested Development or How I Met Your Mother or Jersey Shore, eat ice cream, and eventually we’d talk about what was really going on. I’d leave encouraged, and I’d leaving hoping he was encouraged, too. And I would go home, sleep, and wake up the next day whenever I wanted, play with my dogs, and maybe watch my dad play guitar.
Instead, my friend and I texted for a couple hours and I told him I’d be praying for him, that everything that was going on really sucked, and that it’d get better. I put down the phone feeling terrible and distant. And then I went to bed, woke up, and made myself some breakfast. I walked to work, where I have my own desk and computer and phone line and everything. And then I came home and did the dishes and tidied up the apartment and made a (mental) grocery list.
And back in the day when I would play house with Laura, my best friend growing up, I would wake up, make myself some breakfast, and drive to work, where I’d have m own desk and computer and phone line and everything. And then I’d come home and do the dishes and tidy up the apartment and make a shopping list. Laura, normally, would stay home and play with her kids (baby dolls) when we played house. She has two sons, now.
Oh, and a 15 year old girl in my youth group from home just called me an adult. And I think we’re having a dinner party tonight. And it STILL feels temporary, but I’m starting to see that this is how it’s going to be for a while. And I guess that’s okay, it’s just a little lonely is all.
