Here's to Not Looking Down…

I’ve always loved amusement parks. Partially for the amazing people watching, and partially for the arctic-cold beer and greasy food (guilt-free! It doesn’t count if you had to pay $90 to get in- mini vacay!) But most of all, I LOVE roller coasters.

I love the anticipation as you slowly, painfully, inch towards the top of the BIGGEST HILL I’VE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE OMIGOD I AM CRAZY FOR GETTING ON THIS THING I WILL GIVE MY LEFT PINKY TOE IF YOU WILL JUST LEFT ME OFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!

I love dangling precariously at the top, while the damned thing lingers for that excruciating moment… you look down because you can’t help it, and you think, There is no effing WAY I’m making it all the way down there alive! A hush goes over the entire train as everyone braces themselves…

And I love, love LOVE when your car finally makes it over the crest and oh so slowly starts PLUMMETING towards the earth and you try to clench your stomach so that you can’t feel it drop so hard but it doesn’t actually help at all and you sort of like that feeling anyway because it’s exciting and you’re ALIVE and you’re screaming as loudly as you can but also trying to maybe look good for the picture in case you want to buy it or just not look like a tard and you’re squeezing the hand of the person next to you and you think there is absolutely no way you’re going to survive this……..

And then somehow you’re at the bottom, and instead of smooshing you into a sad-ending pancake, the train swoops back up again for round two.

That’s kind of how I felt last night while I was packing.

To move in with my boyfriend.

Who will, hopefully, be my last roommate ever.

It’s so incredibly exciting, but it’s also, of course, just a wee bit terrifying. As I sifted and sorted through all the crap I’ve accumulated during the past 6 years (and 13.5 moves- no, I am not exaggerating), I struggled to figure out what will fit into “our” life… and what to throw in the trash.

Because I… am a “we” now. A “we” who has to compromise at IKEA, and try to be patient (okay… maybe less IMpatient), and learn how to SHARE (not my strong suit). I have to not buy every pair of shoes I want. I have to let him watch football if he’s going to let me watch Sunset Tan and the Hills (don’t judge). Basically, I have to grow up, and become a much better person.

And yeah, my stomach is definitely dropping a little bit… but like the roller coaster, as scared as I am, I just know the ride is going to be absolutely thrilling… and, more importantly, totally worth it.

Here’s to a new adventure…

I can’t wait.