Mama’s Home.

Yesterday morning, I filled a basket with presents and trinkets that were either gifted to me or simply reminded me too much of C (as a boyfriend). The basket will remain tucked away until further notice. It was a painful process, but it’s done now, and I’m ready to remember what it’s like to be just me.

One of my besties came into town last night, too, and we went out with a group of friends. There was some good male company around, and all I can say is, “Mama’s home.” (Another HIMYM-related quote.)

I had a heart-to-heart with one of my friends while we were out, too, and I reiterated that as much as change sucks, I’m exactly where I need to be at this moment. Everything works out one way or another, and I’ll get through this. I was even ready to do a bit of flirting last night, although I suppose I’m a naturally flirty girl, but what I mean is deliberate, with-direction flirting.

Today, T and I talked about that a bit further, and I decided my life right now is like a Choose Your Adventure book.

And if I pick the wrong grad school, I’ll get eaten by raptors. DANG IT.

So there you have it. I think I’m actually getting back into the game. It’ll be over when it’s played out, and I don’t know how or when it will end. And I guess that’s this crazy ride we call life.

Also… stay tuned for the Valentine’s Day edition of SUIT UP!

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2 thoughts on “Mama’s Home.

  1. Em says:

    You can’t really go to the “wrong” grad school. I went through the same stress over it, but once I was in I realized that it’s what you make of it that matters. Hang in there. 🙂 Think of it as a choose-your-own-adventure book in a word file; you can change the ending no matter what. 🙂

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