“Tracey. You can’t be serious.”
I laughed. She always was such a drama-queen.
“Well Tina, yeah, I’m pretty serious.”
“But how will I know what’s going on with you?!”
“Um, we’ll talk like normal people?”
“Ugh. You know what I mean,” she said and I could hear her pouring another glass of wine.
It was Monday night and My Boyfriend was at band practice. This gave me the perfect opportunity to catch up on my reality crime TV, drink wine, and have a long overdue phone date with Tina.
Tina’s husband, Hank, was watching the baby so we’d been able to have a nice long chat. Over the course of the past hour, we’d gone through the normal topics – her son Jordan, My Boyfriend, people we knew in our hometown, her husband, her job, The Cat.
And then I’d told her about the blog.
Which was, that I was done with it.
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A few days after that, it was the Fourth of July. Fourth of July is a HUGE deal in my town. People come from all over and there’s a parade and a ton of booths with art and wine and beer and every type of food you could possibly ever imagine. If you go downtown that day, you can pretty much guarantee you’ll see everyone you’ve ever known.
So as a result, I didn’t want to go.
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After our fight, I had planned on punishing My Boyfriend by sleeping on the couch. But it ended up being really cold that night, so later I crept in bed.
I made sure to keep myself and The Cat on our side though.
The next morning when he said, “I love you, Tracey,” before he left for work, I rolled away from him and didn’t respond.
Which is something I promised myself I would never, ever do.
Continue reading Three Out of Five. Part One. →
Back in February when I was still working, both my co-workers Lacy and McKenzie had urged me to download Taylor Swift’s 1989.
This did not sound like a thing I wanted to do.
“I’m telling you – it’s amazing. Perfect running music,” McKenzie had said with reverence.
Lacy had nodded in agreement. “It will change your life.”
“Fine,” I’d said. I downloaded and listened to it once.
“Not for me,” I’d declared the next day.
They both looked at me and shook their heads sadly as if to say, “She just doesn’t get it.”
Continue reading Are We In The Clear Yet? Part Two. →
“Do you want a Xanax?”
“Are you going to have a drink?” I asked, as I crammed the stack of gossip magazines I’d bought for the flight in the seat pocket in front of me.
“I don’t think so.”
“Why not?” I was confused. My Boyfriend is not a big drinker but still, I could not fathom why anyone would ever want to fly sober.
“I don’t know,” he said and shrugged. And then he leaned down to The Cat’s carrier at his feet and unzipped the secret opening where he could pet her undetected.
“Oh my god,” I said. “You don’t want to be out of it in case she freaks out!”
He smiled. “I just want to be prepared. For anything.”
And I knew in that moment that he meant not only The Cat, but me, and my reaction to this trip.
“You are the best man,” I said.
Continue reading Just an Excuse to Get a Cute New Carrier. →
Back in October, when My Boyfriend and I decided to finally give our relationship a go, there was no doubt we would eventually move back to Our Hometown in California. I don’t think we even discussed it. It just was understood. After all, it was where we met, all those years ago in high school, and we adored the town. We both still had tons of friends there, my mom was there, and the rest of my family was close by.
The only thing was – when we began planning the move, the thought of actually leaving NYC terrified me.
The friends I’d made, they were truly my East Coast Family. I couldn’t imagine being without them, meeting for last minute happy hours or brunches, catching up on the critical details of our lives. My cute little apartment, with it’s exposed brick wall and five points of outdoor light that kept it bright and airy even on the darkest thunderstruck days. My fun neighborhood where I’d wave to the shopkeepers on my way to the subway each morning. My company – a place I loved going to, a place I’d laughed probably more than anywhere else. And there was my new role. I’d only been in it for four months so I really needed more time and experience before I could feasibly look for a new job in a new location.
My lease turned over every year in May but I felt like seven months was too soon to make such a big move. It made my stomach cave in on itself to even think on it.
So we decided on May 2016. Nineteen months. That seemed the right amount of time for me to build my resume, and for both us to say goodbye to our friends and respective cities.
So it was settled. We’d move in May of 2016.
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McKenzie IM’d me first thing Thursday morning: “#Cliffhanger.”
And then a few minutes later: “Are you alright?”
Soon after, I received an email from Sheri: “It’s imperative that we talk about today’s post. Lunch?”
“WTF happened??” Tina’s message flashed up on Facebook. “Are you okay??”
Why was everyone asking if I was okay?
Continue reading Wait a minute. Strike that. Reverse it. Thank you. →
Everyone who’s ever met The Cat has agreed she’s pretty much the cutest thing they’ve ever seen.
It’s the truth.
I’m not just saying this because I live with her.
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“You know what’s funny?” I asked Bree. I then pulled my jacket tighter around my chest.
“What’s that?” she asked. She then blew on her hands to warm them.
We’d just finished seeing ‘Gone Girl,’ (which is an awesome movie to see if you’re having any problems in your relationship, as when you leave you’ll feel like, ‘well, at least we’re not as fucked up as those people’). Initially we’d hopped into a cab after the movie, but the traffic had been so bad we’d abandoned that plan once we hit our neighborhood. This was a wise idea as we were now moving faster, but also an unwise idea because it was freakin’ freezing outside.
Continue reading The Day After The Happily Ever After. Part Two. →