The End of The Beginning
I wish I could retrace
The steps that I'm about to take
But if it's left to chance or fate
I'll be lost…
- The Wire, Vancouver Sleep Clinic
One. Five. Oh.
In 150 days, I will be coming face-to-face with the man who was once the truest love of my life.
He used to be my best friend. And now we’re just…nothing. I haven’t seen him, in person, in at least a decade and a half. The last time we talked was maybe 5 years ago, but it was just a couple of short messages over LinkedIn, and the exchange was so cold that it almost gave me hypothermia. I have some ideas regarding why, but mostly it’s just all so…complicated.
And I will be seeing him again in one hundred and fifty days.
When this happens, we will be at a friend’s wedding in Ireland, where all the guests will be (lovingly and thoughtfully) thrown onto a sight-seeing bus for the first couple of days before we get tucked away into a tiny coastal fishing town for the official festivities.
I mean, the whole thing sounds like a RomCom, right?
Or as I’d call it, an O’Rom McCom.
Except…it also sort of feels like an impending nightmare?
And I only have 150 days left to prepare for it.