Yesterday, went on a hasty trip to Brooklyn to see this girl and a certain fellow who J and I haven’t seen in a couple of years. Took a couple equally hasty pictures (none of the boys), ate a great deal, didn’t do much of anything but talk and waddle. The four of us have known each other at least ten years — and of course I’ve known Beca all her life and J’s known Trostle since they were kids.
It was the kind of impulsive, mildly irresponsible adventure I rarely embark on, especially now. But J and I kept chanting to each other, on the drive to New Haven and the train to Brooklyn, “We can’t do this next year, so we might as well do it now.”
We got home at quarter past 11, and woke up this morning with time for only the minimum of pre-Mass prep (honestly, below the minimum for me), and it was just totally worth it. To take a break from counting grams of protein. To sit on a fire escape with my little sister and talk about her nephew. To wander the neighborhood with a friend from high school.
Soon our lives will be very different. We should try to savor what we’ve got just now.