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judecorpWow. There are three weeks worth of entries on my "recent entries" page. Usually there are about 5 days worth or so, a week at most. I have been very, very silent. In some ways, there haven't been time and words to put into what has been going on. And then there was the extended playing of hostess to three wonderful people who spent over two weeks worth of nights here. And then there was the fiasco that was "dealing with the new job." And I could probably make more excuses, but I won't. Not right now.
My Jennifer drove out here on Labor Day because she had something she needed to talk with me about, and it needed to be in person. She was originally going to wait until the following weekend, but I wasn't sure I could function all week with a big question mark looming, and I was dying to see her, so I all but begged her to reconsider and come early, which she happily obliged. She left 12 days later. Oops!
She needs to get the hell out of her parents' house and was originally going to move to Boston, but I think financial realities kind of spooked her a little, and she came to tell me that she had done a lot of thinking about her life and what she wanted to do with it, and that she wanted a cheaper place to live to kind of get her life back on track. She wanted a cheaper place that had people she cared about, that was safe, and that had things to offer. She wanted to come to Columbus, and wanted to make sure it was okay with me because she felt that it impacted my life and I had a say in it.
For starters, I would never tell someone they couldn't do something they wanted to do. I did, however, want to make sure that she wouldn't come here expecting one thing, getting something else, and being hurt. The last thing I want is for her to hurt, so I asked a number of requisite questions ("Would you be able to move here and not be my girlfriend?" "Would you be moving here for you or for me or for us?" etc.) Every frightened question of mine was answered the way I needed it to be, and I feel completely at peace with the idea. Mostly. I'm neurotic, remember? Of course there's still that. :)
So after a day or two of discussing "the move," both of us began getting really excited about it. And then Katinka called in hysterics and she was added to our party of fun, and then she took a bus to Chicago and Jennifer stayed. I told her she could stay until Friday, because I wanted Jodie to have my undivided attention, and I wanted her all to myself. So on Friday morning, I went to work and Ms. Jennifer Jean headed back to (ick) New Jersey.
I miss her being here. I like having my apartment back, but I miss her being here. Last night, as I was practically falling asleep on the phone, I told her that I wanted to finish watching The Celluloid Closet (I fell asleep on it when Jode was here) and wished she was here to watch it with me. (I passed out right after Marlena Deitrich and Queen Christina. Need to finish.) She'll be back at the end of the month to look for apartments. She's hoping to be ready to move by our birthday. Wow. That's, like, soon.
2002 has completely flown by. I remember how anguished I was toward the end of 2001 and all I could think of was "2002 will be better. 2002 HAS TO BE better." It has been everything I wanted and more. I've all but forgotten (but not unhealthily so, I don't think) the unpleasantry, the false me. I've been so busy, so productive, so happy, so intense. There were definite down times, but not bleak, black times. 2002 is nearing an end - I hear the crunching of leaves under heavy shoes outside my window - and more than anything else, I have found peace with myself and the universe again.
And I have great friends. And life is wonderful with them.
And an amusing side note: A. has a live-in girlfriend now. They met at a wedding in late June or early July. (!!!) And now she has moved here from the East Coast. (!!!) How lesbian. In some ways I'm bummed, because I really thought that maybe now he would learn how to take care of himself and live on his own, and I see that that might not be the case. I'm also mortified that this young woman, who is, I'm sure, very nice, is sleeping in a bed that has been slept on by my grandparents, my brother (and everyone he slept with in college), and me. Poor girl. Poor poor poor girl. My first thought was, "I hope she likes to clean."
My Jennifer drove out here on Labor Day because she had something she needed to talk with me about, and it needed to be in person. She was originally going to wait until the following weekend, but I wasn't sure I could function all week with a big question mark looming, and I was dying to see her, so I all but begged her to reconsider and come early, which she happily obliged. She left 12 days later. Oops!
She needs to get the hell out of her parents' house and was originally going to move to Boston, but I think financial realities kind of spooked her a little, and she came to tell me that she had done a lot of thinking about her life and what she wanted to do with it, and that she wanted a cheaper place to live to kind of get her life back on track. She wanted a cheaper place that had people she cared about, that was safe, and that had things to offer. She wanted to come to Columbus, and wanted to make sure it was okay with me because she felt that it impacted my life and I had a say in it.
For starters, I would never tell someone they couldn't do something they wanted to do. I did, however, want to make sure that she wouldn't come here expecting one thing, getting something else, and being hurt. The last thing I want is for her to hurt, so I asked a number of requisite questions ("Would you be able to move here and not be my girlfriend?" "Would you be moving here for you or for me or for us?" etc.) Every frightened question of mine was answered the way I needed it to be, and I feel completely at peace with the idea. Mostly. I'm neurotic, remember? Of course there's still that. :)
So after a day or two of discussing "the move," both of us began getting really excited about it. And then Katinka called in hysterics and she was added to our party of fun, and then she took a bus to Chicago and Jennifer stayed. I told her she could stay until Friday, because I wanted Jodie to have my undivided attention, and I wanted her all to myself. So on Friday morning, I went to work and Ms. Jennifer Jean headed back to (ick) New Jersey.
I miss her being here. I like having my apartment back, but I miss her being here. Last night, as I was practically falling asleep on the phone, I told her that I wanted to finish watching The Celluloid Closet (I fell asleep on it when Jode was here) and wished she was here to watch it with me. (I passed out right after Marlena Deitrich and Queen Christina. Need to finish.) She'll be back at the end of the month to look for apartments. She's hoping to be ready to move by our birthday. Wow. That's, like, soon.
2002 has completely flown by. I remember how anguished I was toward the end of 2001 and all I could think of was "2002 will be better. 2002 HAS TO BE better." It has been everything I wanted and more. I've all but forgotten (but not unhealthily so, I don't think) the unpleasantry, the false me. I've been so busy, so productive, so happy, so intense. There were definite down times, but not bleak, black times. 2002 is nearing an end - I hear the crunching of leaves under heavy shoes outside my window - and more than anything else, I have found peace with myself and the universe again.
And I have great friends. And life is wonderful with them.
And an amusing side note: A. has a live-in girlfriend now. They met at a wedding in late June or early July. (!!!) And now she has moved here from the East Coast. (!!!) How lesbian. In some ways I'm bummed, because I really thought that maybe now he would learn how to take care of himself and live on his own, and I see that that might not be the case. I'm also mortified that this young woman, who is, I'm sure, very nice, is sleeping in a bed that has been slept on by my grandparents, my brother (and everyone he slept with in college), and me. Poor girl. Poor poor poor girl. My first thought was, "I hope she likes to clean."
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Date: 2002-09-18 07:52 am (UTC)So, if I up and move to California would that make me bi(coastal)? Could I go to the secret meetings and learn the handshake? };-)
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Date: 2002-09-18 08:03 am (UTC)It was less that she moved from the coast, but more that they've known each other for 2 months. :)
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ok...this is why i always called her 'jude's jen'
silly goose!!!!!!
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Date: 2002-09-18 09:34 am (UTC)I get it now:)
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Date: 2002-09-18 01:23 pm (UTC)it's /different/ when I say it. =P
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Date: 2002-09-20 08:10 am (UTC)ICK Yucky bed!
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Date: 2002-09-20 12:07 pm (UTC)