If you’re a member of my generation you needn’t watch the video.
The good news:
No more endless driving.
My fish will no longer be lonely and hungry on the weekends.
More time to ride my bike.
More time to pester my teenager.
Good excuse to drink whiskey.
No more pesky diamond ring on the finger to bug me when I interlock my fingers and stretch my arms.
I can blog all I want.
Maybe I’ll get a few chickens for the backyard.
More time to nurture my friendships.
My house can start to feel like a home, instead of a hotel room. I can settle in.
Yesterday I hemmed by hand one curtain for my bedroom while watching “Elizabeth I”. It felt strange to be sitting there on the end of my bed, placidly sewing, stitch by careful stitch, while Mary Queen of Scots got her head chopped off.
One less cumbersome thing to juggle.
We will always be friends. This sounds corny, but we’ve been friends for 12 years.
Sometimes loss is a gift.
I’m still in the disbelief stage, but I think it’s all for the best, for now.
So, yeah, the engagement is off.
Love doesn’t stink, long-distance relationships do.