big, fat crybaby

I’m not a crier. I hate showing that kind of emotion in public or to anyone for that matter. Even myself.

But my best friend is getting married. This past weekend was her bridal shower and aside from being rather hungover from the night before (we had a damn good time), everything was perfect. She cried, as did her mom, which set off my mom.

Psh, I didn’t cry at the bridal shower, if that’s what you’re thinking.

No, I waited until I got home. I got an e-mail from another friend of mine who’s getting married. She found a beautiful venue that she wanted us to check out.

That’s when it hit. The tears. I sat at my desk and just bawled. Knowing that this was all really happening. We’re all grown up and moving on.

I was remembering all the amazing times my best friend and I have had over the past four years. We met the second day of freshman year of college and as I like to say, we became friends at first sight. After that we roomed together for four years and became so close that I consider her more of a sister than a friend.

Knowing that we’ll never live in the same house and that she’s moving onto a different chapter in her life without me is rather unnerving. Don’t get me wrong, I’m so happy for her. If anyone should be married, it’s her and her fiance.

But still, this chapter in our lives is over and well, it sucks to say the least.

Ok, well I need to stop before the waterworks start again.

I’m such a crybaby.

guess which one of these is getting done today?

Yeah, I put blogging on my To Do lists.

Makes it more “official” so I actually might do it.

And look, it worked.