Talking to Boys

So, I'm attempting to have a conversation with "boy" (who I can't name because his girlfriend forbids him to talk to me ever, in life, ever...) and explain why I have a "no dating" policy in effect until at least the last quarter of 2006.

CW: Terminal relationships are totally my thing, but I think every time you invest even a little bit of yourself into a relationship and it ends, a part of you is lost.
Boy: But you can't say you have a major problem until you're 30 and still doing the same thing.
CW: Well, I just want to make sure that when I "right" person comes that there's something left and that I'm not totally an ice princess.
Boy: Well you could always find your ice prince...
Boy:... and you both could live in cold-hearted bliss forever.

It's a Small World After All

Last night, I had the absolute pleasure of having Kit and Desiree Carson over for dinner. To give a little background, I've known Desiree since I was in the 8th grade at Henderson and we continued as classmates through high school but I really didn't know her. When I became a Baha'i, someone asked me, where did I first learn of the Faith and I recanted the conversation I had on the school bus when I was in the 9th grade and Desiree in the 8th -- that was the first time I had been briefly exposed to the Faith an it's teachings and more than 10 years later, that conversation still resonated with me.

If I've learned anything, it's that there's two degrees of separation in the Baha'i Faith and not week later, I was put it touch with her via email. Every now and then, I cruise blogger for other Baha'is just to be exposed to new perspectives. Unbeknownst to me, I had been reading Desiree's husband, Kit's blog for a few months. It wasn't to a read some older post that I made the connection that he and Desiree were married.

Kit and Desiree were of tremendous help during my transition to Atlanta and in helping me get acclimated to a new community and since I was finally settled into my new home, furniture and all, I thought it would be a nice to idea to have them over for dinner.

The absolute hardest thing about my relocation has been leaving all of my friends in DC. Although I lived alone for my last year and a half there, my house was always bustling with activity - having friends over for dinner, watching movies, playing Taboo and best of all, great conversations/debates that would last until the wee hours of the morning and lay a real foundation for your own paradigm shifts.

My conversation with Kit and Desiree was the best that I've had in recent memory. It was so great to talk on a range of topics from career to goals to relationships with God and how it relates to relationships with others to love to marriage. Really amazing. Kit and Desiree have the most amazing meeting/marriage story ever... and it's told with so much animation and passion. It's absolutely hilarious and at the close of it, I actually felt hopeful. It was so interesting to hear her talk of the place she was prior to meeting Kit, because it's a one-to-one mirror of the impasse that I'm at now. To see how someone came out on the other side of this juncture and to be reminded that it's all a choice... Wow! Definitely hopeful...

For weeks, I have been struggling with making my space feel like home. Even though the furniture is the same, the set up is similar, I just couldn't get this to feel like my home and at the close of the evening with great company, I finally felt that familiar warmness in my home and I'm so excited to have met two new friends.

Placidity

Dare I say things are getting better here in Atlanta? After 36 days of anticipation my furniture arrived about 10:00 p.m. on Thurs. Jan 5... but of course not without issue.

Well, let me back up. My furniture was supposed to arrive on Jan. 3 and I waited an entire day in an empty apartment for my movers to arrive, which never happened. After this, Mommy, Esq. was on the case. She called Global Vanlines demanded to speak to someone about how horribly her precious, patient wonderful (this is my story, let me tell it how I want) daughter had been treated. When the complaints department asked for the job number and she gave them my five digit code, they told her that the number was invalid. After 5 minutes of back and forth, the customer service rep. had an epiphany and forwarded my Mom to the legal department. To make a long story short, the Global Vanlines I used was NOT the reputable Global Vanlines that I thought I was using, rather a much smaller, shadier operation out of Florida. She also went on to inform Mommy, Esq. that they were involved in a multi-million dollar lawsuit with the faux Global Vanlines.

Thinking I would become a lifetime movie, "She Never Saw Her Furniture Again: The Crystal Webb Story," I called the faux company and share with them my newfound information and what do you know, my furniture was en route.

When my furniture arrived, it was dinged, scratched, dented, taped and some was missing,. Nevertheless, I was happy to see the familiar and even more excited to settle into my own space because I was starting to feel pretty homeless.

I unpacked feverishly for two days to keep my promise of hosting my niece, Taylor's, 10th Birthday slumber party at my house. Her party started at the skating rink, moved to CiCi's Pizza and ended at my house with a night of scary movies, dancing and loads of giggling. And while I enjoyed every minute of it, I was absolutely exhausted by the time I dropped them all off on Sunday. Yep, I think I've bought myself at least another year on my desire to have a child. I think I'm up to 33-years old or somthing.

Between having my furniture, having a wonderful weekend and a couple of promising days at work, things are looking up. After weeks and weeks of doubting my decision to return home, I'm feeling like this might actually work out after all.