So the Catholics have decided that they are down with the ladies...and even if we decide we don't want to procreate! So, that's exciting. I'm liking them more and more everyday. Check it out:
Somehow I guess I thought saying goodbye to Indianapolis would be easier. Instead I find myself experiencing a strange pain of which I can't quite put my finger on the source. Perhaps it's my well-warrented hatred of saying goodbye or maybe it's the realization that I had something a little more real here than I had ever really understood...or the infinate amount of other possibilities that are beyond my consious undersanding. I am always amazed at the human capacity to love. Just when I think my heart is broken into so many pieces that it will never be able to hold another person inside it...it does. It just does it...even without my permission. God, I hate that sometimes.
Moving on is another subject entirely. I have been moving, on average, every two years since I was eight years old. You would think that I would be used to starting over...and yet, I'm not. However, I can't deny that indescribable feeling of the excitement of the unknown. This time is a little different though. This time I'm not completely on my own which is a comfort beyond words.
So...in my tribute to Indianapolis I will risk being cliche and cheezie and say that I have learned so much in the past three years. I have learned who I want to become. I have learned how to open up my heart and invite others inside even when it hurts. I have learned how to say goodbye, let go, and still have peace. I have learned to have hope and trust in that which I cannot see. And in the words of a greeting card I once read, I have come to the understanding that sometimes the pain of staying tight in a bud surpasses the risk of opening up into a bloom.
Goodbye Indianapolis, I will miss you.
Dear Free Cable TV,
I just wanted to write to tell you how desperately I miss you. I remember you with such fondness when I think about all the time we have spent together over the years. Do you remember those mornings when I would ignore all of my responsibilities and just sit in my PJ's and eat cereal with you. Or those times when I would run to you after a horrible day and you would help me to avoid any meaningful introspection. You were also very helpful in telling me how to wear my hair or what to buy at the store. Ah the good old days *sigh*. I suppose our relationship could be classified by some haters as being "unhealthy"...but nevertheless, you will be greatly missed, Free Cable TV.
P.S. Tell "FRIENDS" I said hello