Last month I went to Los Angeles with a colleague to attend a social media conference. I stayed a few extra days to explore a city I hadn’t visited in years. Years. The last time I left Los Angeles, it was on a Southwest flight, leaving my boyfriend and heading back to Denton, TX. To work, school, normal things. At that time, Dev’s band was on a little record label - he mingled at parties in Hollywood and was living in Canyon County, CA while they recorded their album. When I was there this past month, I had this crazy moment - I was sitting in the same Starbucks I frequented while visiting Devin, journaling, watching all the interesting folks file in and out. I thought about that time in my life: I was a mess. I had a hard time staying on top of normal things - in addition to school and work, there were times I struggled to be a good friend and roommate, too. One that could step out of her own situation to realize there are other things. I had [and have] precious friends, relationships I should have strengthened and delighted in. Unfortunately, most of the time I didn’t. I’d hole up; upset and conflicted by wholeheartedly supporting something that kept my special person so far from me, for so long.
Back to my story. I remembered being at the Starbucks on Melrose and Stanley 3-4 years ago, and having this really uplifting thought. Despite my struggle, I clearly remember thinking how lucky I was to have such an awesome fella. One that wanted to make us work, even when he was succeeding and advancing in something he was so passionate about. In 2011, at the same Starbucks at Melrose and Stanley, I thought about how quickly things change and about what a different point I’m at now. From student, long distance girlfriend and TX resident hoping for the best to a graduate, wife and Seattle resident who knows it did work out for the best.
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