One year ago I practically disappeared from the face of my blog and all social networks. While I was discreet about the occurrences of my personal life, a lot took place. Like…a lot a lot. There were many a whisper and serious curiosities from spectators and friends, wondering wtf was going on in my life. To this day, I haven’t shared much aside from the fact that I’m really really happy. As we’re approaching the one year anniversary of one of the more transitional moments in my life, I thought it a good time to finally reveal the story of how I got to where I am right now in one year.
So there I was, waking before the sun to have my first dose of java and partake in a little painting. It was the same routine I’d had for one month. One month of living in a really cute apartment with french doors and a porch that received the sun from dawn until dusk. One month of Ho-Ho’s and red wine for dinner. One month of being single. Never did I think I would be here again.
In four weeks time I dropped almost 20 pounds. I had saggin’ bottom pants in a way that was far from cute and my tops were on the verge of becoming parachutes. On a whim, I met up with some friends for an impromptu shopping trip. Rarely did I find myself at the mall – I am a thrift store shopping kind of gal – but the thought of buying brand new clothes for a brand new me was enticing. I had no idea that making a visit to Express would change the course of my life forever.
So there I was, feeling very Pretty Woman-esque, with an unlimited budget for new clothes and several women doting over me to help whip me into fashion shape. We won’t talk about the tutu they tried to put me in, but the rest of the items fit where they needed to and had me doing a Dirty Dancing cha-cha in the dressing room. Stacked to my height was a heap of clothes I was en route to purchase. As I rounded the corner of the dressing room I heard one of my friends say, “Oh.my.GOD.” I’m thinking she found another awesome top that I just had to try on, so I venture towards her only to run into the one person I never expected to see. Him. The guy I couldn’t speak badly of, no matter if it was a matter of life or death. The guy I used to tell people I would marry one day, but he broke my heart before we had the chance. That guy. Jeff.
Surrounded by mounds of clothes, his heart-stricken Mother and my two extremely nosey friends, we briefly caught up:
How are you? I’m good how are you? I’m great.
How are you and so and so doing? We’re doing good, thanks for asking. Aren’t you married now?
Um…no Jeffrey…we called it off.
[Enter record stopping and Jeff’s Mom letting out an excited gasp]
Wha? Oh my gosh Jen, are you okay? Yeah, I’m okay. I’m really good actually; it was the right decision for both of us.
Well that’s good. Well I’ve gotta run, my friends are waiting on me. It was really good to see you Jeffrey; I’m happy to hear you’re happy!
That was it. That’s all it took. Unknowingly, the seed had been planted in both of us. We didn’t see nor hear from each other for almost two more months. It is around that time when you’ll hear the second part of this story. 🙂
There’s a reason this shopping bag hangs, framed, in our office. It bares the truth of what rekindled in that store one fine day in May. We didn’t know it and we didn’t plan for it, but love had found us.
love (that it’s been one year – almost),