hello. i made it back to mississippi. i came back to all things familiar and found nothing the same. jackson is the same and my friends are still here (except the ones who left, sarah jo, but i still love you and always will) and the interstate still has the same curves. saint mary street is still in the same place and i still shop at the same grocery store.
however, i am not who i was when i left. i was newly engaged, but it was still new. now it's more of a reality. i don't have a job. i don't know what kind of job i'm going to get, assuming i'm able to. i have a new roommate, a new room, and i'm moving again in two months (in with a boy. isn't that crazy? but i like him, so i think we'll do okay).
and wedding stuff . . . i think my to do list is buried in one of the boxes from my move.
instead of finishing unpacking my boxes, i decided to do trey's laundry. i don't think he's done it in a month. well, the decision to do that set off some kind of domestic bomb and so i decided to tidy up his room and clean his bathroom, too. um. the shower. see, i just can't believe that a girl could go for a year without cleaning the shower and have that much gunk on the walls. i think guys have some kind of icky guy gunk that makes their showers extra nasty. at one point, i passed the point of being grossed out and was just in total awe of what was coming off the walls. anyway, it was a very satisfying job, and even if trey doesn't notice, i still enjoyed the before/after trasition. if he doesn't notice, though, i'm having his eyesight checked.
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I did notice. WOW!!! This is incredible! It was a shock to come in and find my floor clean, and then to see my shower clean. Then I realized all my clean clothes in a pile were gone, and was kind of upset. Then I realized I felt kind of irritated that my room was cleaned without my knowledge. Violated in a way.
Then I realized I was acting like my mother: having a hard time accepting a really nice gift.
I think I had grown accustommed to the mess. I felt bad about how bad my apartment had gotten. Obviously, I had to feel bad that somebody else cleaned up my mess. I thinkk this has something to do with how I have trouble accepting grace. . . possibly.
Then I realized thhat Ireally love you, like seriously. Being really, ridiculously good-looking doesn't even compare with how much I love. I feel like it had to be an ordeal to clean up my mess, but you said you enjoyed doing it. It baffles me. It makes me realize how perfect for me you are, and how much I need you, and how much you love me.
I love you this much. (arms stretched out to a painful length).
well my comment certainly won't compare to Trey's - but...i keep thinking that I'll be like you...that I'll wake up and be back in my old room on the saint mary street that is the same, shopping at the same kroger...but I won't. I don't have a job either or a place to live - I think we're kind of in the same boat.
lets just hope we don't get motion sickness. :-]
i love you always.
p.s. those domestic bombs always miss me (?) go figure ;-]
You may come do my laundry and clean my showers, I won't blow any bombs but I might pay you some moola.
aunt melinda, when being a lawyer doesnt work out for me, im going to be your yard man. i'll be like brown was for dr. neill. ill even start to talk like he did, and only you and uncle jim will be able to understand me
In the words of brown
EeeeaaaRRRG Doc
Hey Nate, I'll get you some unlit cigar stubs to hold in the side of your mouth too! I sure do miss Dr. Neill's entourage....
Aunt Melinda, if you really do want a housekeeper, talk to me!
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