Changes
Well, I put so much thought into getting ready
Now I know that was the best part
It’s so easy to get caught up in what I’m regretting
Forget what I got from a wounded heart
I’m the one who likes Gardenia
I’m the one who likes to make love on the floor
I don’t want to hang up the phone yet
It’s been good
Getting to know me more
I’ve been seeing all my old friends in the city
Walking alone in Central Park
Doing all the things that I’ve neglected
Traded ‘em all in
To be in your arms
Well, I hear my own voice
Sounds so silly
Keep on telling my story all around
Everything I lost seems so different
Well, this is how everybody gets found
Mandy Moore
Tomorrow we move. Tomorrow I live with the New Boy. 362 days ago the Old Boy and I were still together. What a difference a year makes. He's living with his new girl, too. Funny how the friendship is still there. How we can still laugh...and talk...and how I can still silently cry to him on the phone when life here is too much, and how somehow he always convinces me that this is where I need to be and that everything will work out with the New Boy and the New Apartment and Jack...and it always does.
It's scary...the transition. The combining of stuff and two names on a lease and sharing of a puppy and his family that I so very much would love to be a part of some day....there's a fear that all of the stress and stupid things will drive us apart instead of bringing us together. I'm one of the most stubborn people I know...even when you're right I'll never let you know it...So I listen over and over to a song that reminds me of driving around in the car with Julie A and Minneapolis and lakes and I'm not sure why all of the sudden the change is so scary. It just....is.
Send us good energy as we learn to live together :)
Now I know that was the best part
It’s so easy to get caught up in what I’m regretting
Forget what I got from a wounded heart
I’m the one who likes Gardenia
I’m the one who likes to make love on the floor
I don’t want to hang up the phone yet
It’s been good
Getting to know me more
I’ve been seeing all my old friends in the city
Walking alone in Central Park
Doing all the things that I’ve neglected
Traded ‘em all in
To be in your arms
Well, I hear my own voice
Sounds so silly
Keep on telling my story all around
Everything I lost seems so different
Well, this is how everybody gets found
Mandy Moore
Tomorrow we move. Tomorrow I live with the New Boy. 362 days ago the Old Boy and I were still together. What a difference a year makes. He's living with his new girl, too. Funny how the friendship is still there. How we can still laugh...and talk...and how I can still silently cry to him on the phone when life here is too much, and how somehow he always convinces me that this is where I need to be and that everything will work out with the New Boy and the New Apartment and Jack...and it always does.
It's scary...the transition. The combining of stuff and two names on a lease and sharing of a puppy and his family that I so very much would love to be a part of some day....there's a fear that all of the stress and stupid things will drive us apart instead of bringing us together. I'm one of the most stubborn people I know...even when you're right I'll never let you know it...So I listen over and over to a song that reminds me of driving around in the car with Julie A and Minneapolis and lakes and I'm not sure why all of the sudden the change is so scary. It just....is.
Send us good energy as we learn to live together :)
posted by Julie @ 10:07 PM
1 Comments:
At 12:56 PM ,
Julie said...
Yay Mandy Moore!
I'm glad to hear that you found an apartment, even with all those crazy city ordinances and state laws about no viewing while still occupied.
I hope it's in a good place where there is a real grocery store near by.
Best of luck with moving. My advice is put absolutely everything in a box and label it. Nothing in garbage bags or anything that isn't square. It will make your life a lot happier.
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