although there are a million things we want,
there is nothing we need.
how can my person possibly not feel like the house will blow down?
she gets to do the most amazing job in the world, where she actually gets to make a difference-- and they pay her for it (always a plus). she is ready to settle down and buy a house. she is less than half the girl she used to be-- but twice the woman (or so i hear; i hope the new house has sound proofing). it's all pretty amazing considering that three years ago she thought she would never be happy. yeah, i said three years, not one.... you were right, g, now shush!
in addition to all this, she has a chickapea that loves the hell out of her but respects the fact that mp doesn't want a committment. the pea is open, and thoughtful, and likes buying little lacy things that she thinks mp might want to see her take off. she pets mp all the time, worries that my person's needs are being met, and happens to have a 'little red riding hood' costume from last halloween (i'm just sayin'). mp didn't know those girls really exist.
my person turns 32 on tuesday. she gets to take her favorite girl to see her favorite live band at her favorite venue. it couldn't have worked out better. everything feels centered and... right. for the first time-- ever-- the foundation is solid.
