I’m usually the kind of person who really likes to have things planned out in advance- hanging out with friends, which boxing classes I’m going to go to that week, when I wake up/go to sleep, and certainly vacations. Except for this past weekend. I was feeling kind of bleh last week and was worrying about the weekend because I didn’t really have plans. There were a few things on Saturday I had planned to go to, but they I just wasn’t that excited for them. I also really wasn’t looking forward to all that down time.
My best friend texted me on Thursday afternoon asking if I was sure I wasn’t free to visit that weekend. What the hell, I thought, and told her I’d make the two and a half hour drive the next day and stay for a long weekend. Which I did.
I really like this part of summer- where I have the time to just pick up and go spend 4.5 days in Michigan visiting my best friend.
It’s been amazingly nice. There really isn’t much in the world better than a really good friend. It’s so refreshing to have someone who really understands you and knows you. Someone you can be yourself around. Someone you can talk to about anything.
It’s also kind of nice to escape from my responsibilities at home- even the little things like vacuuming or dusting or feeling like I should be doing work. I love the feeling of vacation- where you aren’t required to do anything at all and you don’t have to feel any guilt.
I’ve also been pleasantly surprised by a few more things. First, apparently people read this blog! (Thanks, guys!) Not too many people have been liking my Facebook statuses when I post updates and no one ever posts on here, so I kind of had it in my head that everyone stopped reading. But I got a few comments from friends this weekend- two who I hadn’t realized read this at all. I mostly keep this blog for myself, but I’d like to think that other people care about me and what I have to say. And ideally that it inspires others too.
Second, I hung out with two of my ex’s friends this weekend (who also live near my best friend). I saw one of them not long after the break up and the last time I saw the other was in tears the morning after I broke up with my ex. I wasn’t really sure what to think about the interactions this weekend. I was worried they were just being polite by inviting me to hang out and didn’t really want to see me. I worried we wouldn’t have anything to talk about but the elephant in the room and I didn’t want to be defined by my relationship with my ex. But I was pleasantly surprised. The topic never came up and it didn’t seem like we were awkwardly skirting around the issue. I had a lot to say about my life and what I’d been doing these past 6 or so months and learned a lot about the same from them. Plus, we got to play a lot of board games together and eat delicious snacks which was always a good time. I felt really good that, even with people who I knew through him, I was still able to be my own person. More and more, I feel like my life is no longer defined by my ex.
Thanks to my best friend for always sticking by me and letting me drop in to your house practically unannounced, to my ex’s friends for seeing me as me, and to everyone reading this. You guys are amazing 🙂