We were screaming along, drumming on the car and giggling, never stopping to breathe much before we were screaming again.
“It’s kind of weird,” I said smiling and turning down the music, “but lately I’ve just been really happy.”
“Me too,” Vyelit laughed. “And I’m not sure why.”
“RIGHT? It’s like I have no reason to be happy per se, but I am.”
“Me too,” she said again. “I love this feeling.”
I don’t remember where we were coming from, why we were together, if it was a Monday or a Friday, if it was morning, noon or night. I don’t remember what I was wearing or what she was wearing or even how old I was. I don’t remember what reasons I had to be happy or what reasons I had not to be. All I remember is that feeling and that conversation, clear as day.
Every so often I’ll ask Vye if she remembers that conversation.
“Remember when we were happy for no reason?”
For the negative one of you wondering where I've been, I was very busy turning 26. It was hard work, really, facing time. I don't really do well with time- with pasts or futures, and birthdays have a funny way of bringing both to the forefront. I did my best to age gracefully and to check the desire to complain just because 26 seemed such an intimidating number. I did my best to surround myself with all of my favorite things and remind myself that they will still be around this year too. They can still be around no matter how old I get.
In addition to bravely letting the inevitable happen, I have also been:
- Switching departments at my job and getting trained all over again.
- Suddenly being super busy at my job.
- Buying a TV one night, on a whim, because someone said, "why don't you have a TV in here?"
- Falling in love with Cap'n Crunch cereal.
- Booking a vacation to Seattle in October with Penny.
- Catching and recovering from a cold.
- Watching season one of Doctor Who, mostly during said cold.
- Reading the His Dark Materials trilogy.
- Still eating lots of chocolate and zebra cakes.
- Going to school.
Hopefully all the dust will settle soon.
I miss all of your faces,