Leaving for London has become a reality, as I've booked my weekend in France with Jess last night and moved some money from one account to the next this afternoon. Also ordered some pounds and some Euros and settled my credit cards.
There comes a moment in every life where you realize all your fears and worries in the end were empty reflections of your own insecurities. That all you really ever needed, you had, and continue to enjoy, whether under taking it for granted or sincerely.
I went for a run this afternoon and ran into Will and Andrew, who still smiled at me. I got a letter from Scott the Marine who asked me to bring him back evidence of having met the prince. Mike F. is supposed to take to me to a birthday dinner Wednesday, and Cory will be by on Monday. My family birthday party was last night; in which Jen's gift was the crown pendant I had been wanting.
And Jags... you know, he is sad we aren't getting along as well as he'd imagined. It doesn't matter anymore. I'm ready to forgive him and move on with my life. Even Jen, even private school, even Jacks, even Pelham Bay itself... I'm ready to forgive.
And knowing that is often all you need.
Sometimes it is in leaving that we indeed do come back.
Back. I'm back.
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