Oh, what's that you say?
You're tired of hearing about this?
Well, sorry.
But also, I'm really just not at all.
A few pieces of my life have been missing for two entire years,
and next Thursday, one of those things comes back to me. You cannot blame me for being overly excited. And if you are blaming me, you're just jealous. And I hate you.
Remember when I wrote this? I was thinking about that post today, trying to recall all of the changing that I've done since then. The list was large. It's hard to believe that I haven't heard the voices of my friends, the voices that in high school I heard all day, every day, over the phone, across the commons, chanting, "OFF ROAD IT, COLTON!" in the car from the school parking lot to the lawn, down the hall, at stupid dances that you think will never be remembered... voices I took for granted. It's so bizarre to me that their lives have been on hold since 2010, and mine has just carried on, the way lives have a tendency to do.
...though, some parts I might've liked to skip.
Like the first time I ever got really, really homesick a few years ago. Or when I blew up with fever blisters while I was in Mexico this past summer... or my toothpick eyebrow phase, Freshman year (I could've done without that one, all together).
This all to say that I can't wait to compare notes next week with Carter.
I would also like to say that I am thoroughly excited to have my "would you get me a glass of water" responding, cell-phone-from-the-counter retrieving, front door answering, light turn-off-ing, netflix-documentary-watching, mixed-swearing, i've-missed-you-like-crazy-carter-monson piece of my heart back, for good.
And for the record, I still think he's totally boss.
Too bad he's just a friend. Because you guys look like a dashing couple. Or is he....
ReplyDeleteI may have just made you thrown up in your mouth a little. But I didn't mean to, I promise.