Last time...continued So the "more to come" post that I mentioned last time probably should have happened before Monday this week. I can only try to put myself back into my frame of reference for the last few weeks to say what I wanted to say at the time because there has been a major shift in perspective since then. All I really wanted to say is that, with the exception of my trip to Canada, Lindsey and I had hung out pretty much every day. And by pretty much I mean...yeah, every day. Part of that could obviously be attributed to the fact that I had a little construction project going on in her living room, but as far as I know most contract laborers don't take several hour breaks to sit and talk about life with their employers. Just to make it perfectly clear where I'm going with this, I don't spend time with anyone, guy or girl, every single day. My brother, who I share an apartment with--only see him a couple of times a week. People from church--we see each other at Bible study and hang out on the weekends. Lindsey and I--several hours every day for the better part of a month except for three days when I was out of the country.
Like I said at the beginning, I'm not going to be able to capture everything that I had wanted to put in this post back when I wanted to write it because things have changed since then. So maybe we'll just skip ahead to where we are at right now. Lindsey and I were both off on Monday, although I had to stop by the office for a couple of hours in the morning to attend a mandatory meeting. When I got done at work Lindsey and I went out for lunch. It was a nice, sunny day--rare for Seattle in February--and after lunch we went to the park on the south slope of Queen Anne hill, which overlooks Elliott Bay and downtown. We spent the better part of the afternoon enjoying the sunshine, the view and the company. Later in the day went back to my apartment to watch a movie. Conversation after the movie led into that moment of uncomfortable silence when you know it's time for the talk. There's no easy way to describe the outcome in anything less than a book, other than to say that it was good. We were both on the same page about where we are in our friendship right now and what potential there is for the future. So, yeah, things are different than the were a few days ago; at least the perspective I have on them is. Things themselves haven't really changed at all, which is the best outcome I could have hoped for.
It starts with the shoe. Maybe the next day it's a t-shirt or a sock. You don't know if the washing machine ate it, or your roommate borrowed it a month ago and forgot that it was yours. All you know is that by the end of the week, you're walking to class naked because you don't have any clothes left.
