I have thought about revisiting the pic per day project just so that everyone out there knows that I'm ok. I was going to start to do it tonight, but I was sweaty from my running class (in which I ran the fastest that I've ever run and then felt like I was going to overheat in the middle of Central Park). So I didn't. So there.
I was told yesterday that my blog is suffering. It is - I need to figure out how to get this thing going again. Part of the reason that I haven't been saying much is that this month has been full of hard things. Really hard things.
First off, my parents are doing well. My mom's prognosis went from being in Spain recovering for 10 months to going home next week. Of course there are going to be doctors at the airport to greet her when she gets back to Utah and who knows what is in store from here on out, but she is looking forward to yelling at doctors and having them understand her. I have been extremely touched by the Relief Society sisters in Valencia, Spain, who have taken care of my mom when no one else really could. They have been amazing. My parents were able to see each other for the first time in nearly a month on Sunday morning since my Dad was able to get on a plane finally.
Just when that is getting under control, I get a text from one of my nearest and dearest that his mother had an aneurysm and is more or less now in a coma. I have always been close with this particular friend's mother and it just fills my heart to the brim to know that she isn't doing well. Ugh. I have a lot of friends who are going through a lot currently and it has been overwhelming. I sure love you guys.
Then He-who-shall-not-be-named came to town. I knew that he was coming to New York sometime at the end of June/beginning of July. What I didn't know was that he would end up staying at my apartment and that I would spend the better part of a week with him - and I mean every second while I wasn't at work. I have been thinking about what I wanted to say here about the entire situation and I'm not super sure what to say. You should know that I still really love him. I think I always will. I have never done anything but be kind and just love him and unfortunately have put up with him not treating me in like manner. Here are some pictures from our week together:
I am also happy to say that I am now completely over him. It is fairly empowering to be able to say that you love someone so much and that you hope that they have a wonderful life without you. That chapter of my life is officially over. Can I have an amen?
In the meantime, I will be blogging about happy things going on with me. For example, my trip to Massachusetts for the 4th of July. Duck Beach! My upcoming trip to Seattle and San Francisco. How I got a booty call a few hours after Darrel left town on Sunday. Well, maybe I won't be blogging about that. While you are processing that information, I will be going to the frozen tundra of Seattle and San Francisco in the Summer and I am excited about every second of it. I promise to have picture overload from that.