Tomorrow at midnight I head to the airport to pick up Liz and Suz from their epic journey across the pond. I'm excited that they are coming home, but today I was surprised to realize that I was kind of sad about it as well--I mean I won't have all this personal space, this personal quiet. I've gone from feeling so overwhelmingly alone to being at peace in this quiet. It's not that I haven't missed my friends--hardly. I cannot wait to scream and hug and listen. But in this quiet I've found how loudly solitude can shout; the chorus of 1,000 thoughts like electrons circulating, bouncing, coming round again. And I've come to thirst for it.
Oh, and I feel that I must reinterate that I am marrying Zach Braff. Suck up to me now, cuz that will be a GREAT wedding.
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