Just Friends

My aunt made an interesting observation.

I always figured, as the drama queen I am, that my meeting with H would be life altering. The moment I decide how to handle my life from that moment on.

But, my aunt, wise as she is in her singlehood, just said: Hey. "There's no commitment there. You guys are just friends. You are friends who haven't seen each other in a long time who are meeting for lunch."

OOOhhhh.

*sigh of relief*

Now that I see it that way, the pressure's off. I'm just meeting my friend and his son. (Meeting his son has me more nervous; I want him to like me).

Still packing. Need to wash clothes. Too tired to do so. Shower. Then bed. Night.