Memories and Realizations
Sep. 6th, 2001 10:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
judecorpI 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.)
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.)
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Date: 2001-09-06 08:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2001-09-06 08:38 am (UTC)I don't know if I'm closer to them /because/ they're far away, or if it's just bad luck.
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Date: 2001-09-06 08:17 am (UTC)Boston was yummy this past weekend, I completely agree.
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Date: 2001-09-06 08:32 am (UTC)*bleep*
Re:
Date: 2001-09-06 08:34 am (UTC)They say things funny up there.
Funny?
Date: 2001-09-06 08:44 am (UTC)Just like Aahlington.
And Woobin. (Woburn)
And Wistah. (Worcester)
(Remember, I'm a native. Hee.)
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Date: 2001-09-06 08:36 am (UTC)Damned Libertarians!
Date: 2001-09-06 08:42 am (UTC)(I'm totally kidding.)
He really is top notch. I absolutely love him. The great thing about R'nice is that we can play a card game (Apples to Apples), and I can slip him the "John Phillips Sousa" card, and he absolutely knows that *I* passed it to him, and he makes me win because of that, and because it's from the Music Man, and because he rocks.
Even if he is a scary Klingon.