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You will find that you'll meet the same people in your new life but their faces and names will be different;” in an email from Mom.


Way to go with the wise advice Mother figure!! (She still considers herself a transplant in Buffalo after 30 years). But hey, three hours or three days away from home- I guess I’m starting to understand.


The other night while Matty and I were snug in our new down comforter I started telling him about how happy I am with my new life. And in the next sentence I was in tears talking about how much I miss my friends.


NOTE: There is a benefit to Matty not understanding the wild emotions of a sensitive girl. He was confused and wanted to know if the last thing he said before the waterworks is what upset me. A very innocent; “Have you thought any more about your plans on Friday night?”


When forced to talk about my wave of feelings I discovered that even though I LOVE my new life- I wish I could somehow merge it with the old one, or at least share it over a bowl of Pho or glass of Spanish wine.


Luckily Matty and I get along fabulously. He is truly my newest best friend. My little meltdown happened coming off about 48 hours of non-stop Matty/ Dawnie time. We are as in sync as an old married couple but with the passion of youth. I could not have designed a better partner for myself, myself. But sometimes you just need time with the tried and true.


I’m just craving a little connection to home. Want to sneak around dirty bars talking about life with Sara, or cook a meal with 22, or run around with Erika. And do what ever else I like to do with everyone else.


Very thankful to have so much love in my life.

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Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Give a Little Love, Get a Little Love


You will find that you'll meet the same people in your new life but their faces and names will be different;” in an email from Mom.


Way to go with the wise advice Mother figure!! (She still considers herself a transplant in Buffalo after 30 years). But hey, three hours or three days away from home- I guess I’m starting to understand.


The other night while Matty and I were snug in our new down comforter I started telling him about how happy I am with my new life. And in the next sentence I was in tears talking about how much I miss my friends.


NOTE: There is a benefit to Matty not understanding the wild emotions of a sensitive girl. He was confused and wanted to know if the last thing he said before the waterworks is what upset me. A very innocent; “Have you thought any more about your plans on Friday night?”


When forced to talk about my wave of feelings I discovered that even though I LOVE my new life- I wish I could somehow merge it with the old one, or at least share it over a bowl of Pho or glass of Spanish wine.


Luckily Matty and I get along fabulously. He is truly my newest best friend. My little meltdown happened coming off about 48 hours of non-stop Matty/ Dawnie time. We are as in sync as an old married couple but with the passion of youth. I could not have designed a better partner for myself, myself. But sometimes you just need time with the tried and true.


I’m just craving a little connection to home. Want to sneak around dirty bars talking about life with Sara, or cook a meal with 22, or run around with Erika. And do what ever else I like to do with everyone else.


Very thankful to have so much love in my life.

2 Comments:

At May 24, 2010 at 12:11 PM , Blogger susan d said...

One thing I found after moving several times cross country in my life: it was a comforting milestone to actually go out in public (a mall, the park, wherever) and run into someone I knew. That's when I knew I was starting to fit in and get used to the new life.

 
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