When people ask how I met Monika, we usually look at each other and shrug. Twitter? Ignite Boulder? A concert? All of the above? It was quite a while ago for sure, and that lady has become a most cherished friend. The difference in our ages makes us more like sisters sometimes, although Monika is quite mature and me... not so much. So basically we meet in the middle? What *is* clearly defined, though, is how Monika met Jonathon. And then married him 23 days later. I remember it distinctly because I am there in that timeline, at Day 5 Concert. I got a text while they were in route, "I am bringing a guy. I want your opinion."
"Can I stay home from school on Friday?" Dex asked; we didn't know what to say. "There is a dance for 6th graders and 90% of my friends are staying home so they don't have to go." Everything came rushing back, as if I was Molly Ringwald just finding out her underpants were on display for every nerd in school.
"Why did you move?" People ask us that a lot, although I am not sure why it is such a strange thing, that we picked up from Maryland and headed west in early 1994. So many have done the same - and I don't mean in a Oregon Trail kind of way. Over the last twenty years, there has been a massive influx into Colorado, from all over... simply because it's a great place to live.
Sometimes I go over blog posts in my head and wonder how self-important I sound. I assume what I'm thinking about right now will come out as very narcissistic and passive aggressive.
Do you ever go through cycles where it feels like a group of people in your life are all leaving at the same time?
I'm old enough where this is has happened several times and parts of it hurt and parts of it, honestly, can be a relief. This time, mostly it hurts because it just feels like losing touch (for whatever reason) rather than a healthy changing of the guard.