Memories and Realizations

I have some totally amazing friends. I don't just mean that they're amazing people, because they are. But we have amazing friendships. While thinking back on my trip to Southern New England, things stuck out with me. Specifically, my friends in Boston make me completely comfortable to be me. I am absolutely everything that I am with them, and they not only tolerate it, they celebrate it.

It was 11:45pm, and the last of the cook-out guests were heading out. Hoo was driving rainy to the T stop, which left me, Galadriel and R'nice in the house. I lamented that R'nice hadn't played anything on his guitar for me. He asked what my favorite song was. "I don't even know," I replied, "I have so many. Play something you love. Play it for me." He said that he would play the one song he wishes he had written himself. The song? Elton John's "Your Song" (and you bet your ass I thought of you, Christina).

He was playing, and singing. Galadriel and I started slow-dancing in the center of the now-empty room. We looked into each others eyes, and we sang with bright smiles on our faces. I sang. Out loud. Without holding back, I sang. We twirled each other. We laughed. We faced R'nice and we sang to him. We all sang together. And then the song ended, and Hoo came back, and it was just so peaceful.

That night, R'nice offered to lend me the money to pay A.'s half of the rent, if I absolutely needed my own space. I would never take him up on it (I have enough debt), but the offer was breathtaking.

They wanted to keep me. They pleaded with me to stay, to move back, to move back soon. And it was so tempting to just settle into them and let them swallow me up - where I could sing and dance and smile and be. But I know that I need to do this one on my own, the next step. A. and I were going to move back to the Boston area after Ohio. So right now... right now I don't want to do Boston. And I know that if I can survive being a single, struggling social worker in New York City than I can do absolutely anything.

(But I already know I can.)

Oooh!

My 2pm appointment was cancelled. I need to track the mother down, though, to talk rescheduling after my vacation. It's an icky circumstance, ugh. But on the upside, that means I have no obligations at work until 4pm, unless my supervisor wants me (I have to call him at 1:00).

So now I can run some errands and spend my afternoon cheering up kungfoogirl. Life is good.

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You've got the freedom to walk out if they drag you down.

Word.

Hangnails are owwie

That is my wisdom for the night. It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't pick at my fingers like mad. Princess is going to totally fuss at me on Saturday, I just know it. Hee.

Speaking of, I got 'thinking of you' email. Which made me all fluttery. My goodness, I am such a dweeb sometimes. :)

Today was a good day at work. My usually vibrant client was sad today. He doesn't take change well, and our next session will be at our new building. But I think it went well. As usual, I had no idea what to do with my other client. Note to self: talk to supervisor. My usually resistant client a) seems to really be starting to like me and b) poured her guts out on my white board. Go me!

Did I mention I have hangnails and they are owwie? The one on my right thumb hurts muchly. Owwie ow ow. *tough grunt* Doesn't hurt much. Yeah.

Tomorrow is my day off, and then vacation. And I am nervous. You heard it here first, campers. Mark is sick (poor dear) and has his first day of his new job tomorrow. I hope he is all better in the morning! And he'd best not get me sick when I'm on vacation, or I'd have to be whiny and mean. I'm a terrible patient.

Enough of that. It's almost vacation time. I made my calls, got my paperwork done, have my schedule for next quarter, emailed the person I interviewed with about said schedule, paid my estimated taxes and phone bill, called the apartment complex, returned my library books, flirted with Christina (kungfoogirl), and spent half the afternoon chatting with Mr. Jammies (dietbubba) and the Bink (binkiegirl). Life is good.

Did I mention that I'll be in NY on *Saturday*? Oh goth, I think I'm going to explode.

Check it, yo.

This is the best, smurfiest userpic ever.

It's Smurfette, whom I don't normally like, but she's bathing. Nekkid.

WHOO!