|Me and Joy|
|Gift from Joy|
Sunday was what did it, though. I had to say goodbye to my best friend, Joy, until goodness knows when. Although she is my maid of honour, she's not able to make it to the wedding because of the flight expense (she's just got a new place with her man, Nigel, and has been away for a month over summer, touring California, so money for flights just isn't available), so it's probably going to be 2013 (!) by the time we manage to get money together to come back to the UK (or they come to visit us). I was absolutely fine, and we had a lovely lunch and afternoon together, until I was walking off from saying goodbye, and then had a bit of a cry. Only a bit at that point, though, as I went straight to my local for some (more) goodbye shenanigans/drinks with my friend Meg. As she was a bit late, I had the time to compose myself and look at the lovely going away gift Joy gave me (above right): a bag of charms for love, hope, health, safety, and the future. I will make sure I take those with me in my hand luggage. Me and Meg then had a few hours of chats and silliness, including lots of MacBook PhotoBooth fun, followed by me staying after she left for the evening, as my work friends arrived for the pub quiz. Unfortunately, 'The Tit Pyramid' came fourth, although we had some excellent conversations about double-sided chinchilla fur thongs for men. I do love that lot.
And that was probably the final straw. I got home at about 11, made a cup of tea, thought about my lovely day with wonderful people, and cried my eyes out to the tune of Iron & Wine's 'The Trapeze Swinger' (see what I mean about my need for sad music when sad? And that is one exquisitely sorrowful, regretful song).
Weirdly, I now feel much better. I think I've been waiting to do that for a while.