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judecorpOne thing that always puts a smile on my face as I walk or drive through my neighborhood is the number of rainbow flags. There is something cheery and perky and fun about seeing them dotting the houses. Heck, even the few HRC flags are neat. Still, it gives me this warm fuzzy feeling every time I go by.
It's funny, because as I was walking down the street tonight on my lovely walk in the gorgeous evening, I couldn't help but think about when my mother comes to visit. There's so much to look at and see, and the old brick buildings are so beautiful, but I bet the thing she'll find most striking is the number of rainbow flags. (Wait til she walks down High Street!)
There were quite a few "for rent" signs around the neighborhood, and my mind got to wandering around the possibility of Jennifer moving out here. I think it would be really cool if she was a good walking distance from me. I think she'd love the neighborhood - it's beautiful, it's quiet, it's safe. And the thought of walking down the road a ways to help her unpack and get settled put a big fat smile on my face.
You'd think I would get a clue sometimes. The week we spent hard-core arguing was one of the most miserable weeks of my Columbus existance, and the second she called me on the phone to break that silence sent both of us into giddiness. And let's think about the little bounciness that pops into my chest when I think about the possibility of her being local. I used to tell people, in my wisdom of high school, that love cannot be created or destroyed. Maybe I was smarter than I thought. There is something very real and very poignant between us, and I don't know where it's going, and I don't know what will happen to us, but I suppose denying it or understating it isn't working.
After weighing the options and consulting with sources, I decided to email her and let her know that where she moves after summer camp is entirely her decision, and whatever that decision is, I'll support it 100%. If nothing else, I'm her good friend and I've got her back. If she wants to move here and see what happens with us, I'm not going to let my neuroses or fears stop her. And if she wants to move to Boston or California and start over, I'm behind that, too. She gave me the freedom to make my own decision about living and I made it. This time, it's her turn.
You make me stay when I should not. Are you so strong, or is all the weakness in me?
It's funny, because as I was walking down the street tonight on my lovely walk in the gorgeous evening, I couldn't help but think about when my mother comes to visit. There's so much to look at and see, and the old brick buildings are so beautiful, but I bet the thing she'll find most striking is the number of rainbow flags. (Wait til she walks down High Street!)
There were quite a few "for rent" signs around the neighborhood, and my mind got to wandering around the possibility of Jennifer moving out here. I think it would be really cool if she was a good walking distance from me. I think she'd love the neighborhood - it's beautiful, it's quiet, it's safe. And the thought of walking down the road a ways to help her unpack and get settled put a big fat smile on my face.
You'd think I would get a clue sometimes. The week we spent hard-core arguing was one of the most miserable weeks of my Columbus existance, and the second she called me on the phone to break that silence sent both of us into giddiness. And let's think about the little bounciness that pops into my chest when I think about the possibility of her being local. I used to tell people, in my wisdom of high school, that love cannot be created or destroyed. Maybe I was smarter than I thought. There is something very real and very poignant between us, and I don't know where it's going, and I don't know what will happen to us, but I suppose denying it or understating it isn't working.
After weighing the options and consulting with sources, I decided to email her and let her know that where she moves after summer camp is entirely her decision, and whatever that decision is, I'll support it 100%. If nothing else, I'm her good friend and I've got her back. If she wants to move here and see what happens with us, I'm not going to let my neuroses or fears stop her. And if she wants to move to Boston or California and start over, I'm behind that, too. She gave me the freedom to make my own decision about living and I made it. This time, it's her turn.
You make me stay when I should not. Are you so strong, or is all the weakness in me?
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Date: 2002-07-12 08:28 am (UTC)*hugs* to you. Sounds like all that thinking is going somewhere.
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