"Valentine's Day," quoth the dead parakeet on my doorstep.
I was talking to my mother about Valentine's day yesterday, and how she was upset that my father was going to be working and wouldn't have time to celebrate til the weekend.
With that conversation came the realization that this Valentine's will mark the very first I'll be spending alone since I was 17. Perhaps this is simply avoidance speaking, but I actually don't mind all that much.
It was nice to spend it with a significant other in years past, and it was admittedly nice to get a little present and a nice dinner out of the holiday. But this last year marked a rather turbulent change in my love life, as I got into a new relationship before I was really over the one before and, as I was somewhat surprised to learn, some things actually DO take time. Relationships are apparently messy things, regardless of who they're with.
In any case, a quiet Valentine's day will probably do me some good.
With that conversation came the realization that this Valentine's will mark the very first I'll be spending alone since I was 17. Perhaps this is simply avoidance speaking, but I actually don't mind all that much.
It was nice to spend it with a significant other in years past, and it was admittedly nice to get a little present and a nice dinner out of the holiday. But this last year marked a rather turbulent change in my love life, as I got into a new relationship before I was really over the one before and, as I was somewhat surprised to learn, some things actually DO take time. Relationships are apparently messy things, regardless of who they're with.
In any case, a quiet Valentine's day will probably do me some good.