In coming to terms with my new single self, I have discovered a long lost friend.
Shopping.
Shopping and I use to get on just great. When I had a bad day, Shopping was there for me the way few others had been. Walking with me from store to store, we never had to say anything to each other because Shopping understood everything in my silence. It was like we would become one.
Don't get me wrong, Shopping wasn't just there for the bad days. Whenever I was going to meet someone important, or go somewhere special, or was feeling particularly pretty Shopping and I would ride around and see if we couldn't make the day even better together!
Last year, Shopping and I let a few people come between us: Bills, Weight, and Responsibility.
I hate all of those bastards.
But they couldn't keep us apart! This Fall (after experiencing some serious dramaz), I was doing everything I could to get back on track when who calls on me, but my old friend.
Shopping was back and ready to cuddle me close and rock me to sleep each night. Everything I needed was taken care of. Shopping was here and promised, this time, to stay only as long as I was truly in need. And boy was I need.
I needed an iPod, an iHome, countless amounts of fun new clothes, headbands, costume jewelry, make-up, movies, CDs, fine foods, and two bikes.
Now, it's time for Shopping to go.
It's so hard because now we're so comfortable with each other. Shopping doesn't really want to go, and let's be honest, I don't really want to say bye either.
I've got to move on. We knew what this was when we started out.
But in the words of Boys II Men:
It's so hard to say good-bye.
