So I've been having these overwhelming impulsive thoughts about buying a puppy or turning a guy I date into a boyfriend. Both very foreign objects to be standing side by side with me but I've been trying to convince myself it's a step into my mature future.
Speaking of future- the months are flying by. I feel like it's all been one very long day. I find myself booking out the months ahead and getting lost in the day at work. Before I would sit and wait for a text and update ABOUT you and now I'm getting random phone calls FROM you! Not your mom but "Lucy" with our famous motorcycle pic in the background. It's like I'm 13 and my crush is calling me. I love it! I am not sure what you will remember about our phone conversations but you really are making real progress. I think you can understand a lot of what I am saying. I have to remind myself to talk slow and ask simple questions. You are following along perfectly- chiming in with some usual sayings of yours. You sure have not lost that personality. You often say "I don't know" when you mess up or get confused. Lately, I reply "it's okay, try again" and you do! I must brag on that one because I feel like it's second nature to call each other up and chat. It's familiar, it's normal and we are back. On Sunday, you called me while I was at brunch. It was right after I received a notification from FB that you liked my photo. This particular photo was of John, Corey, me and the latest man in my life. Hilarious because when you called you said "we need to talk about that!" For some reason I think "that" meant the photo. (Don't worry he's not good until you and Em approve).The people joining me at brunch had to think I was totally psycho because we kept saying "I love you". I can't wait til we can just sit for hours and plan out the future. And by plan I mean do super last minute things without ever looking back.
Anyways, this time last year you were preparing for Austin. I'm heading there next week to party it up and work the angles. My new nose is starting to look a little more me and it's about time to switch it back on. What better place to do it. Austin. Live music and my boots. I remember getting live updates from you last year. Photos with Coolio, yachts, scotch, etc. Ill do my best to send the same your way. The best part is when you got home from Austin and you showed me all the new stuff you bought. I think you actually bought some of it before but hid it from me so I wouldn't wear it. Such a Luc move.
Kels sent me a video the other day. She was reenacting when she asked you, "who do you miss the most?". You replied "Jerrrdennn". The fact that you said my last name is 1. Very smart 2. Very badass 3. Forking awesome. (Kels that ones for you).
It's those things that give me confirmation that we will be back to our old tricks someday. Oh and since we aren't getting any younger, I rearranged my life plans as follows. Let me know what number you want to jump in at.
1. Live in NYC until 30 (you'll join soon)
2. Pack up move abroad and travel for a year working super random jobs and more than likely gain 15 pounds inhaling pasta with my Italian boyfriend
3. Move home with my parents (get excited guys) and lose 15 pounds
4. Start company in Stl- it's going to be so major
5. Have someone arrange my marriage because at that point, it's time to settle
6. Move out of one very long year at parents house
7. Mature, maybe. Chapel, breast feed and other extcrutiating grown up things
(I got sidetracked again.) But this time, last year life was really good. Taken advantage of really. Never again will I take life for granted. Never again will I hang up without saying "I love you" and never again will I turn down a trip with my friends or a weekend home with my family. That's what credit cards are for and we all know I master those.
P.s I'll be home for a real quick weekend next weekend and then obvi coming home for your one year extranvaganza celebrating life in April.
P.s.s. Your posture is getting better (you had hunchback before the accident) and you talk sometimes like you are a news reporter. What I am trying to say here is you are going to be an amazing motivational speaker one day and I can't wait to yell profanities and cheer you on from the bleechers.