M.I.A.

I know she won't like this picture but it's not really all about her- now is it!?!
This was us coming home from Vegas'n'Cali and we were draggin' some serious ass- because we had more fun than 2 people can have!
It pains me to know that we won't be living together in this apartment for much longer and that we won't be living together much longer period. I'm moving to urban and she's moving to solitude.
I know that I've gushed about Emilie before- I know I will again.
She is -and has been- the single most dependable person in my life. She is my touchstone, and no- don't be durdy: not that kinda touching!

It's the strangest comfort knowing that we don't have to live together to have a place in each other's life.
I don't think many people have that.
So the short version to a long story is I'm moving to the big city to be the urban-ite I aspire to be.
I started this entry and I realized that this apartment has such a history. I feel compelled to want to leave it with better karma than I had initially brought into it. I have slammed so many doors out of anger her that I feel the need to send the doors to a day spa or something. It has however been 3 months since any slamming of any kind has been done and I think the doors will take my more peaceful existence as repayment.
I have learned a valuable lesson recently- that love and frustration can co-exisist. I can love my job, freinds, family, insertsomethinghere, and still find myself frustrated from time to time with them. Peace is not the absence of conflict. I think peace is a reconciliation at the end of the day that tells you not everything has to be resolved. You don't have to be freinds with your ex, you don't have to like every part of your job- you only have to find yourself between the love and the frustration- hopefully, closer to the love.

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