August is somehow a special month to me, simply because Swift has a song called ‘august.’ I admit I think about two different people when I play this, but I feel it all so deeply, still. They were, both, of course, romantic connections.

I had traveled with a new Hinge friend and their partner (super risky cause I had met just the Hinge friend just the one time, and never their partner) to a beach town a couple of years ago. It was good to be away, to be inebriated, and to try and forget. That was October, not august. It felt like august to me. Because I wanted it to be. Such that this song would line up with the travel. I love the drama of it all.

This august — and properly, August — my ex (also my best friend — don’t judge, okay) and their partner are socially starting their marriage, with many more ceremonies to come over the next year as dates start to get finalised.

I’m not even sad. My friends are worried I will be. I know I’m not sad because I spent so much time and energy getting over the whole thing after we separated romantically. Neither one us knew if I will come back from my “break” to be friends again – something my ex wanted to still be with me. I considered walking away for a long time. I sort of did, too, with the break. I eventually circled back around – in a different capacity.

I’m indulging fringe emotions when I’m writing about this whole thing. Giving it more importance than it needs. Did not intend for this to take over the whole post… so, anyway.

Got so many things to complete today. Might have to take a half day at work to get them all done!

Pack, order a few small gifts, get my nails done, receive a few Amazon deliveries, maybe order groceries and cook something up for tomorrow’s train journey, and most of all – get some sleep. My sleep schedule has not been great. Is yours okay?