Monday, March 28, 2005

Embarrassing quantities of babble

So much to write about.

Cannot focus to do it.

I don’t know if so many parts of my life have ever moved so fast and so simultaneously. I blink and things change. It’s a lot to keep up with.

I’m a hot mess.

The job. Still unofficial. I could start almost immediately. It is rooted in my internship but is different enough that there is a strong possibility that I’ll actually like it. I won't be working with my current bosses. I will be using my degree. It’s an hour away – far enough away that I’ll have to move out, close enough to be able to charm Dad to come over to fix something on a whim. I have high hopes.

The Colin. Saturday night. The bar. His roommates like me. His house. More drinks. His bedroom. His lips. His hands. He didn’t move too fast. I wasn’t as nervous and as clumsy as I had always feared. The memory has played so many times that it feels imagined. Call yesterday. Lunch today. I try not to get too excited, too attached.

The Dad. He isn’t making it easy. “What? Colin made a booty call?” venomously, when I told him I was going out on Saturday. Constant repetition of the fact that I got home at 5:00 a.m. (and, actually, it was more like 5:30). Making it difficult. I don’t know why.

The coaching. Classes have been dramatically reduced, as they always are in the springtime. Kids are too busy playing soccer to take skating. I’m going to have a lot more free time. I need it.

To sum it all up: holy fucking shit, I cannot believe this is happening to me. Any of this. All of this.


ropedncr said...

how wonderful for you! you deserve all good things.

Sarah said...

It all sounds very exciting! Well done and congratulations :)

Mrs. Architect said...

Oh my gosh, that is all SO exciting!! I am so happy for you!!

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