It’s Been A Long Time, Baby

I know I said I was going to be better about updating this, but apparently I lied. Not intentionally, but certain life circumstances made it difficult to make updates due to technical difficulties and lack of internet and the like. But I’m back now, like it or not, and now that I have a steady internet connection, I fully intend to make this a regular thing. And with that, on to the post:

There’s a special kind of nostalgia reserved for the place of one’s childhood. I went back to Wisconsin this past weekend for a few days, and the whirlwind of activity that ensued left me exhausted. But in a good way. Catching up with friends I haven’t seen in years, running a 5K around my old college campus, hitting up a great music performance (check out – Janelle is fantastic!), and of course getting some fabulous pie at Bakers Square. I don’t know what it is, but for some reason New York can’t seem to get pie right. Bakers Square knows what’s up.

Once upon a time, I fancied myself as a minimalist of sorts. I’m starting to realize that was a fantasy that fell flat on its face when my mother generously donated a minivan full of goods (and a top carrier filled to the brim, along with my fabulous retro bike) to fill my new apartment. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate her donating her time and efforts to cart this stuff across the country for my use. But as I look around at the piles and stacks of miscellany scattered around my floor, I can’t help but wonder what happened to the Me who could live for 12 weeks at camp with no more than what fit into a duffel bag and a backpack. I like having my own place, but I miss those days.

Oh yeah, I got dumped. To hear him tell it, I got dumped for being too wonderful. Is that even an option? Well, in any case, he broke up with me while emphatically reassuring me that I’ve been nothing but amazing, and that he’s had an awesome time with me, and that I’m great. While it’s hard to reconcile that slew of compliments with the fact that yes, he was in fact breaking up with me, I find that in retrospect it was a pretty sweet deal. Why yes, I am pretty fabulous, thank you for noticing. It’s nice of you to point that out. And at least you seem to fully recognize the fact that you’re letting go of something awesome. I think it should be a rule that when you break up with someone, you have to say at least one (if not more) nice thing to them. It takes the edge off nicely.


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