I haven’t had any time to write! We are in between weekends of weddings right now and shiz is getting cressy. In latest news: Brandi and Josh are officially the Johnsons, I’m in love, and I have so much homework I might as well kill myself now.
Also, my mother now has a tendency to come in my room before she leaves for work to clean up any beer/wine bottles from the night before. I don’t know why she does this, but I’m going to ask her when she gets home.
Nick comes home FRIDAY. Holy shit.
Back when Nick and I were going to get married we bought a queen size bed for our place in Portland. I ended up with the bed, and sometimes at night I reach over thinking he’s going to be there. And sometimes before I fall asleep, I wish he was.
“Band of Horses is so last year Taryn.”
-My dad
But who can say what’s best? That’s why you need to grab whatever chance you have of happiness where you find it, and not worry about other people too much. My experience tells me that we get no more than two or three such chances in a life time, and if we let them go, we regret it for the rest of our lives.
I never expected the person I’m supposed to fall madly in love with would already be married when I met him. Also, I never expected him to tell me that he knows now that he married the wrong person.
I cried the whole way home.
America makes prodigious mistakes, America has colossal faults, but one thing cannot be denied: America is always on the move. She may be going to Hell, of course, but at least she isn’t standing still.
— e.e. cummings
