Yellow: When you get older, where would you want to live?
I want to live here, in Chicago. Or maybe San Francisco. Or wherever my friends are. I can find a physical home there if I'm emotionally home with them.
Gray: Share a relationship story.
Uh, well... define "relationship?"
I'm going to go with a story from a friendship, because people seem to think it's a romantic relationship anyway.
When I was in high school, my best friend and I were a tea club of two. One of us would bring the other a tea bag to put in the cup of hot water she brought and we drank tea before the first bell rang at school.
This was the most blissful arrangement, in my opinion, and it kind of plays into the three cups of tea idea that goes like this- the first cup of tea: you're strangers. the second: you're friends. the third: you're peeing a lot- kidding! You're family. The more we drank, the closer we got, because the cups of tea were just the starts of some of the best days of my life.
I guess you could say I was falling in love with my best friend. I was, platonically. But everyone else seemed to think it was romantically.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAnd one about my other best friend, too, because she deserves me telling stories about how much I love her.
So late one night this summer, I was feeling very very down, and I was Skype chatting with Lo, and she was like "quick, think about Sky" and it all went downhill from there. I'm sure you've seen my post about it.
About a month ago, I got my revenge by beginning the Time Hot Yoga Incident, and last night, I caused some slight chaos by mentioning fish's benefits in growth for males, and the compression value of Time's long underwear.
And she's always very complimentary of my writing, and she's very sarcastic. I <3 it.