I really needed last weekend in the Big Apple with Taz. Our agenda: nothing. We hit the Highline because I hadn’t seen it, we had mani/pedis, we ate great food, we drank a lot of champagne, we watched movies and we talked — a lot. It was delightful.
Her new place is great and has a wonderful rooftop terrace that overlooks the Empire State Building. I was comfy and cozy. Her Hubby was out-of-town having a guys weekend with an old friend, so we had the place to ourselves.
Taz has settled down. The insanity of 2016 with the wedding, interviews for residency, graduation, moving and the million other things are behind her. Now it is the insane daily grind of a high-profile residency program, but she is learning how to manage it. Her temper is cooler, her voice of reason has reappeared and we spent the entire weekend without her snapping at me once. I think that is a first in about 4 years.
She is also becoming a very wise, insightful woman. She told me of the plans she and Hubby are making for their life. They share all their hopes and dreams with one another, fully support the career and other goals of each other — it is a wonderful relationship. They are both very blessed to have found each other. I am so incredibly happy for them.
Taz also touched my tender heart. She told me that she appreciates how much I have sacrificed for others over the years. She gets it and she thanked me. She also understands why I adore the Hunter. Taz explained, “when you told me he grocery shops and cooks for you, I totally understood the attraction. You finally have someone who wants to take care of you. I am so happy for you.”
We also laughed about one of her insights. Our attachments to certain things. I told the story of my meltdown over my shoe graveyard one Sunday. She completely understood. We have a quirky attachment to our stuff. We don’t want others to break it or damage it because that just pisses us off immensely. She had an example of a crystal vase that had been in the family for forever (I got stuck with a bunch of crystal vases over the years so I have no idea if it was a wedding gift of mine, my mom’s or MIL). Anyway, Hubby broke it by accident. She got pissed. Really pissed. He didn’t quite understand her anger. We commiserated that a fucking photo doesn’t do justice to the item. We want to hold it, see it. We talked about how my move from my adorable townhouse to my new locale was a big sacrifice in some ways for me. How I need to get back to having an adorable place that I love. It does feed my soul.
Anyway, it was fabulous. I gotta run because I’m packing for my road trip and leave tomorrow. I’ll write some more while I’m away….I think…..