Ups and Downs

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RL is being bittersweet. I am being moody and weepy and spacey and withdrawn.

c8h10n4o2junkie is moving into her very own, very first apartment. It's a little, darling studio with a great deal of (what we will euphemistically call) character. She's very excited, and a little nervous; she's never lived alone, and it's her name on the lease and the utilities.

As for me, well. It's been just the two of us since she was five months old (idiot ex went underground and under the table to avoid all responsibility, financial and emotional; truly his loss). So she has been my constant companion for 25 years. She has also been my wing man, half of the vaudeville act that is (and has always been) the two of us together, my caretaker when I was fighting cancer, my reason for breathing on the bad days, and -- since she turned 18 and decided maybe I was an OK human being after all -- my best friend. She makes me laugh harder and more often than anybody else ever (the ginormous laugh lines I sport -- eyes to chin, guys -- are all her fault). She knows me better than anybody else ever, too.

She's not going far -- less than an hour -- but she won't be here. I'm proud of her, and she needs to live closer to school, and she needs to fly without me, and my heart hurts so hard. I will miss her every day.

So. Time for me to learn how to have an independent life of my own. And on that note, I just registered for Escapade! (OMG, WTF am I doing going to a Con? People SCARE me, people!)

Comments

[gracecourage.livejournal.com]

*hugs you back* Thank you.

Now, see, I think you're going to be at Stanford next year, so you'll be on the correct coast for Escapade, too (Palo Alto's on my way...). *g*

I want to make sure we stay close, too.

Jess Facebooks more than LJs, but I told her she's going to have to switch that up. I want a special filter, and I want her to write at me all of the details she normally chats at me at the end of the day. Does your Mom do the internet thing?

[lastnightblues.livejournal.com]

Con? There are cons? I hadn't thought of that! \o/ Hey, if you're going this year and I end up being able to go next year, I'll be expecting you to know all the ropes, O soon-to-be Master of the Cons. *g*

Hee--my mother tries with the internet thing. She can swing e-mail and the like, which will be helpful because I'm awful about phone calls. She really likes (as do most people, I suspect) getting snail mail, so I thought I'd try to do a lengthy, bi-weekly or monthly letter to her, along with shorter calls and e-mails for the day-to-day stuff. Does that sound workable?

[gracecourage.livejournal.com]

That sounds perfect.

(Um. Also, I just pimped your rounds_of_kink stories out. And realized in doing so that I was making a gender assumption which is statistically probable given fandom, but that could, in fact, be wrong. So if I'm wrong, kick me in the pants and I'll fix it.)

[lastnightblues.livejournal.com]

(Hee! *looks down to doublecheck* Your assumption is correct. And much thanks for the pimping!)

[gracecourage.livejournal.com]

On pimping: my flist is small, but my flists flist is mighty! (I know logovo said Word! (http://logovo.livejournal.com/563152.html).)

I do worry that things posted on the weekend get overlooked, though. Most of LJ seems to be out having, oh, I don't know, a life, or something. (Me, that's my prime surfing time.)

[lastnightblues.livejournal.com]

I'm the same way with weekends, although now every Saturday until March is booked with meets and most Sundays with coffee/study groups (Calc with caffeine, Bio with biscotti, you get the idea). A life? People still have those? Seems but a dim memory. ;)