My Best Friends Wedding
My Best Friends Wedding
I am feeling lonely and sad. It is a cold and blustery Wednesday in November. Tomorrow will be the first Thanksgiving I have spent without my family. My boyfriend at the time asks me to come to his house and meet his parents and join them for their thanksgiving feast. Though it is quite a tempting offer, I don’t feel up to that level of social activity, so I politely decline and mention that he and I could have some quite time once he gets back. He seems ok with that and tells me he will come back early so we can spend some time together. I smile, hug and kiss him, and send him on his way. I then walk the long trek back to my dorm. I am away at my first year of college and the almost completely empty dorm that I call “home” is eerily quiet now that all of my dorm mates have left for the extended weekend. Sitting in the common area blankly staring at the TV I decide to bide my time by catching up on some much needed rest. So I retreat to my room which happens to be the one closest to our front door and our common area. It position has always offered me the ability to be in the know of all the latest and greatest goings on at campus since you could hear even the quietest whispers for my vantage point. I go to my room and get comfortable, pulling back the covers to my bed, I crawled in to its plush warmth and with a deep sigh begin the winding down process, so I can drift off into blissful sleep.
Out of nowhere there is a knocking at my door and I hear it opening before I could respond. It’s Vikki, my best friend at school, and with her suitcase in hand she walks in announcing that her flight home had been delayed until tomorrow morning. I was excited and a little bummed at the same time. See I know that we were about to spend the rest of our night sitting up talking and planning her upcoming wedding to her fiancé. Being her matron of honor, she included me in all of the details of the wedding planning and I enjoyed being part
I am feeling lonely and sad. It is a cold and blustery Wednesday in November. Tomorrow will be the first Thanksgiving I have spent without my family. My boyfriend at the time asks me to come to his house and meet his parents and join them for their thanksgiving feast. Though it is quite a tempting offer, I don’t feel up to that level of social activity, so I politely decline and mention that he and I could have some quite time once he gets back. He seems ok with that and tells me he will come back early so we can spend some time together. I smile, hug and kiss him, and send him on his way. I then walk the long trek back to my dorm. I am away at my first year of college and the almost completely empty dorm that I call “home” is eerily quiet now that all of my dorm mates have left for the extended weekend. Sitting in the common area blankly staring at the TV I decide to bide my time by catching up on some much needed rest. So I retreat to my room which happens to be the one closest to our front door and our common area. It position has always offered me the ability to be in the know of all the latest and greatest goings on at campus since you could hear even the quietest whispers for my vantage point. I go to my room and get comfortable, pulling back the covers to my bed, I crawled in to its plush warmth and with a deep sigh begin the winding down process, so I can drift off into blissful sleep.
Out of nowhere there is a knocking at my door and I hear it opening before I could respond. It’s Vikki, my best friend at school, and with her suitcase in hand she walks in announcing that her flight home had been delayed until tomorrow morning. I was excited and a little bummed at the same time. See I know that we were about to spend the rest of our night sitting up talking and planning her upcoming wedding to her fiancé. Being her matron of honor, she included me in all of the details of the wedding planning and I enjoyed being part