[my dad's big announcement to me]
[setting]
driving home after watching 'forgetting sarah marshall', talking to parents on the phone...
[dad]: i made a decision today
[me]: about what?
[dad]: two years from now, you're gonna get married.
[me]
(thinking i misheard): huh? what?
[dad]: i was thinking, you need to get married in two years.
[me]: ....
[fade to black]
what the heck?! two years?? if i haven't found anyone in the past 6 years (assuming ppl really only get into the more serious relationships after entering college...what makes him think that change is on the way in the next two....
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speaking of two years, that will be the duration of my time in boston. my dad, always the thinker, challenged me to look back on my two years here and ask myself...what did i accomplish? what have i learned/gained during my two years in boston...
and the truth is...i don't want to think about it. if anything, i wanna say that time just flew by, and that i spent one year getting over not being in new york, and one year getting to know boston. but to be honest, i would have to say that that would be more my memory failing me...i am getting older
so hear's a preliminary list of episodes i would make about my time in boston (a la scrubs):
my first failure
my first initiative
my first platonic crush
my loneliness
my first real responsibility
my first real struggle
my boredom
my solitude
my first addiction
my reclusion
my first grudge
my last impulse
my couch
my first joey
my heartbreak
my letter to God
my sophia
my second platonic crush
my man dates
my first car
my birthday
my roadtrip
my christian confliction
my last retreat
my study loft
my resignation
my ultimatum
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i don't know what to do with my hair. shave it off again? grow it out patiently...i hate life's hard choices.