“A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows you are slightly cracked.”
– Bernard Meltzer
Talking out my frustrations with Hennessy yesterday, she asked an interesting question. “If you both knew that you’d have to go separately, would you have chosen a different school?” And I responded without even thinking, “I don’t know if J. would have chosen differently, but I’d have still encouraged him to go to London. It’s too good an opportunity.”
And remembering that, all was well again. I’m thrilled for him, I’m thrilled that I get to go with him eventually, and I’m lucky I get to keep working for a while. We’ll start payments on student loans that much earlier, I’ve got a place to live, I’ve got friends here, he’s got friends there, and we’ll both be busy. Not too bad, huh?
4 thoughts on “Better”
You’re a trouper. And you’re right about all of these. I think it might even work out better — he’s got time to settle into his work, routines, make some new pals and be ready to welcome you when you arrive. Two people uprooting at the same time can be far more stressful.
Very true and I think you’re absolutely right. I’m blaming yesterday’s slump on the weather.
You’re my hero, and so is Hennessey. Way to conduct yourself with grace and resiliency through the suckage, really. You go, girl.
However, if you ever require chocolate or sanity in the future, you should know that I make a delightfully therapeutic “Brownies in a Cloud” dessert that is chock full of both. Just sayin’.
Darling, you of all people should know that the “grace” is all an act. However, I’m thinking that the offered therapy will still be required!