Testing this theory later.
So you know how mixing worlds makes me nervous? I also kind of love it when it really works out.
For example, take my friend Susan. Susan and I met during the summer of 2008 when we were randomly paired up as roomies whilst partaking in a summer internship program in New York City. I had moved in before her and gone out to lunch with my parents, and when I came back, she was unpacking with her parents. She looked at me suspiciously and said, “Where are you from?” I said, “Des Moines, Iowa.” And she said, “ME TOO!”
She had seen my U. of Iowa hat on the dresser. It turned out that we had lived about 15 minutes apart from each other for the last 12 years of our lives. And been involved in the same extracurriculars. And both majored in journalism.
It was love at first sight.
Why am I sharing with you the love story that is Susan and me? Because as the next year went on (and we both went back to Iowa and worked at the same company…go figure), I started including Susan in other aspects of my life.
Other worlds, if you will.
As a result, Susan started dating one of my good friends from college. And she and my best friend from high school have used each other to replace me in their lives. (They deny that I can be replaced…as they giggle together over inside jokes and get jobs at the same place for next summer. Hrumph.)
Of course, I’m not actually mad about this. As a matter of fact, I kind of love when I don’t have to keep the people I love separate, for fear that worlds will collide with disastrous results.
Susan also loves this.
“We wanted to let you know that we set aside some money for you and your sister’s weddings. So you can either take the money…and elope-”
“No she can’t!”
Guess which is which.
A friend recently pointed out that my past few blogs have been a bit shorter than usual (or rather, he accused me of being lazy).
Ok, so, it’s kind of true. On both counts. In the spirit of mixing more longer posts in with the shorties, here we go.
1. Still in the throws of searching for an apartment. Barker and I have a dinner date at home tonight, so I’m sure much Craigslisting will be done.
2. Our landlord has also started showing our apartment. It’s never looked cleaner. (Minus my bed, which is unmade. Oops. Fortunately I will be home tonight in time to whip that into shape before the prospectives arrive.)
3. This week I am getting my hair cut AND going shopping for the first time in a million billion years (Exaggeration. But not by much.). I like to think of it as personal spring cleaning.
4. My college is having it’s annual New York Trip for Magazine Majors this week. They will be traipsing around my office this Thursday. I may or may not have forgotten about the trip until this week. (Inman, if you’re reading this, I’m joking. To everyone else…yeah, I think you know me well enough at this point.)
5. The boyfriend and I have decided to start playing tennis. He is athletic. I am not. But I have a pretty new racket, so of course I’m down.
My goals for April are as follows:
1. Clean out my clothes (again).
2. Find an apartment for the next year of my life.
3. Get better at tennis?
…Ok, I’ve stretched this as long as I can. My friend should be clamoring for shorter posts any minute now.
Perfect. You should also follow that blog because it is lovely and brief, as so few blogs are.
“This is why we’re friends; we both aren’t ‘girly’ but we care so much.”
Goals for spring:
1. Eat more fruits and vegetables.
2. Only buy colored clothing. (Unless it’s a truly amazing gray or black.)
3. Move more.
4. Be nicer/more out-going.