Even though I feel completely run down and overwhelmed from my irregular sleep schedule, I got a glimpse of my old life earlier this week and it rejuvenated me in more ways than one.
Months ago, Timberly planned a trip home from Nebraska and the two of us set aside an entire day for whatever. I penciled it on my calendar as "TIMBERLY!" and looked forward to it as if it said "JAMAICA!"
We didn't have any plans other than finally going to see the "Sex and the City" movie. And there aren't too many people I'd wait for to see such a major motion picture event. I mean, at one point when the series was on, I bypassed money for groceries just to pay for HBO every month. And the entire collection is the shining pinnacle of my DVD collection. Waiting for that movie was like denying myself air.
But as every SATC fan with a vagina knows, the movie is more than just spending 2 hours in a theater. It's an event. It's a lifestyle. As Carrie Bradshaw herself says in the intro, its about young women in search of "love and labels." Personally, without a budget for designer threads, I translate it to mean friendship and fashion.
And that's exactly how Timberly and I ended up spending our day. We made lunch, went shopping, grabbed a quick bite for dinner, saw the movie, got fishbowl-sized cosmos and capped it off with a junk food run on the way home at 1 a.m. -- all the while talking freely. The kind of conversations that only unfold with the comfort of knowing you won't ever be judged.
It's always hard saying goodbye because there's the underlying uncertainty of when we'll get to see each other next. But we joked that there is one good thing about living in different time zones.
For the first time ever while shopping together, we can now buy the same clothes.
And we did. A cute red skirt with white polkadots.
This morning I got a text message from her that read: Wearing the skirt.
It might as well have read: Thinking of you.