Filed under: self indulgence
Up until this weekend, there was a ceratin duality to my social life. I had lived in Connecticut until I was 18, then Austin for 7 years or so, then back to New England for the past year and a half. During these periods, I put friendships in opposite places on pause. These were people I had grown close to over the years, and felt extraordinarily comfortable with on different levels. For some, this was the rule that any and all things in my head were open to discussion — for others, it was the rule that the unspoken could be accepted and expressed only in moments of acute emotion. It’s the art of being known both verbally and instinctually by those closest to you. The dichotomy of being fiercely private but needing, desperately, to be understood and accepted. Both beautiful and complex, but confusing to even myself.
This weekend has been particularly surreal in that two of the people I consider to be in the closest friends circle have been introduced. They’re quite different, and fall into the opposite catergories of friendship. Awkward, yet satisfying. Knowing that Best Friend and I will be moving back to Austin this summer is intensely pleasurable, and a moment that I look forward to. Restarting again… Maybe for the last time?
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