I have tried to think of a clever way to tell this story, but I just can’t right now. I got locked in my garage this morning when I went to take a bag of trash out. I’ve been a little obsessive about locking the doors because Kyle’s been gone (and there was a break in a few neighborhoods over in our resort) but I didn’t realize the door was going to lock behind me when it slammed shut. (The door has two locks and I clearly unlocked it to go out in the first place, so I’m not sure what happened but I swear I’m not completely helpless/stupid.)
Thankfully, I realized I could open the garage door before I had a claustrophobic panic attack and when I did I saw my neighbor across the street leaving for work. My neighbors were kind enough to let me use their cell phone to call my landlord and offer me a cup of coffee, but no amount of neighborly friendship can undo the complete horror of getting locked out of my house before 7 am in my pajamas (in desperate need of a shower) with no cell phone, no bra, and no shoes with raccoon eyes and my hair up in a two day old top knot.
At least I had shorts on. And I didn’t even cry until I got back into the house.
It’s funny how much one person can change your life. How they can take your life and flip it upside down, despite all your feeble attempts to resist or at least make it very difficult. And how at the end of all your tossing and turning and resisting, everything makes more sense than before.
It’s funny how someone else’s family and friends can open their arms and bring you in so easily that you can barely remember a time in your life when you didn’t consider those people to be your own family and friends, too.
It’s funny how all of your senses, or really your entire being, can be altered without your realizing it. How you can wake up one morning with eyes that see more clearly and skin that feels more sensitively and a smile that you’ve never seen on your own face.
It’s funny how much a heart can heal and grow in just two years.
And by ‘funny’ I mean completely amazing.
Ted Gibson just dyed a woman’s hair ombre on Rachael Ray and explained how it’s such a fun way for long haired girls to freshen up their looks and how low commitment it is and now I want to BEGGGGG my hairdresser sister-in-law to do this for me while I’m home because I am feeling so, so frumpy and not at all fun lately and I am dying (pun?) to change my long hair, but my hairdresser sister-in-law is probably going to say no because she refuses to color my never-been-colored “virgin” hair.
There are 2 problems here. 1) Really? I am watching Rachael Ray? 2) Really? I want ombre hair in 2012?
"There is nothing wrong with loving the crap out of everything. Negative people find their walls. So Never apologize for your enthusiasm. Never. Ever. Never."
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Ryan Adams via thisiswatermags (via ellens)
Tumblrpeople, you just get me. Needed this today. And every day.
(Source: bitinglightning, via ellens)
"We rarely hear about the little acts of love that exist between partners, where there are no plot twists or last-minute obstacles. There are few films, few books about a woman who packs a lunch for her husband every morning and cuts the crust off his sandwich, or the man who works an extra job at night for two years so his boyfriend can attend law school, or the couple who lies in bed at night and asks each other how their day was and really listens. Sure, that might be a component of the story, but it is sure to be drowned out by the conflict and the thrill that we want to see. And there is nothing wrong with that, we like excitement. But sometimes it’s hard not to miss the attention paid to the little, unglamorous acts of love that make up a true partnership."
— “Three Cheers for Boring Love,” by Chelsea Fagan
(via kateskute)
