“Thank God your doing work.”

“What?”

“Oh no did I interrupt you and now we’ll just talk because you were productive while I was gone and now all those thoughts you’ve been ignoring will come out?”

“Chels your ridiculous and now before you fully kill my concentration please shut up and let me do this.”

“Gladly.” Now Chelsea and I joined the rest of their generation with putting on music and hitting the books. Although Chelsea’s comment was not too far off. All I can think about is two years ago when I should be focusing on this british literature. It makes no sense I have been so over that, had the melt down and dealt with it and now have gotten my life together. Maybe it’s my life has continued without any communication with him that makes me wonder how this could all be.

No that makes no sense. We didn’t work out because we brought the worse out of each other and lied to each other. Everything about that was not right. Chelsea meet me after that whole debacle. We meet over a year after it was all over so she sees me as the one who dealt with it and moved on. No wonder why I was not very social after it all happened. I put all I could into work and school. Hence the 3.5 GPA, yeah no big deal. But if she saw the person I was then we most likely would not be friends right now, she probably wouldn’t even speak to me. I wouldn’t want to speak to me for all the things I had done.

Ahh that was the old me. I am a different person now. Well I was then I had to meet another guy who I felt comfortable with and it honestly scared the crap out of me. What’s so special about this guy anyway, oh that’s right the fact that he shows no interest in wanting to date me and has so many personality qualities that are very similar to mine. This could also all be in my head because of the way my mind works and I have these thinks connect that are so not connected at all. Whatever I guess I will get back to reading whatever I seem to be so focused on working-

“Monica what’s bothering you?”

“What you mean?”

“You have been staring at the one word for the last ten minutes like it’s some problem from Einstein and your waiting for the words to be shown to you.”

“Solid analogy but it’s nothing just doing that typical over thinking.”

“Right,” Chelsea just goes back to her work but still gives me these looks of concern like I am some child that needs watching over. She hasn’t seen me like anyone before so she’s a little concerned not seeing the normal me with the tuff exterior she is used to. I just need to get out of here and have some me time to myself.

“How did I get here?” A typical question for some hungover college students, adults questioning how they ended up with the life they’re in, and that would probably should be my category. But I am the exception, not because I believe to be an exception, I just am. I am the college student whose woken up and wondered where I am but that was two years ago when I was just a freshmen, now I’ve ‘grown up’ and ‘know better’ and of course I would NEVER repeat those mistakes! Yeah please. I know I am bond to make mistakes that is just how life goes. But I am also the adult wondering how I ended up with the life I’m in.

Before giving you all this present life question of course there is always a back story that will help. Of course I will not give it all because then there would be no story and where is the fun in that?! Well I grew up in the suburbs outside of New York City, so I had the best of both worlds, a town with people in it, but could also retreat to where people would not been seen for miles. Or take a small drive and be surround by millions of people in the largest city in the country. Now my parents have been pretty well off as well, I can’t really complain. Also I have my health and have been very blessed so honestly complaining is just moments of being weak with nothing truly life threatening. Or of course, because I am a girl, BOYS! Hate to complain about them but still love to do it!

So I believe that gives enough of a setting of where I came from, or at least mildly, don’t want to ruin the whole story with giving too much of my life away. Now that you’ve heard all that let us go back to where we started.

“How did I get here?”

“Monica I feel like you ask that every morning now.”

“Well each days has a different reason. Yesterday was forgetting getting home because I remember falling a sleep at Kyle’s, so that was justified to wonder how I slept the whole way of getting from his place to mine, it’s like a fifteen minute drive.”

“Okay, but you could maybe ask one of your family members that you live with, rather than waiting to ask when you come to campus.”

“Fine.”

“Don’t pout, it’s not pretty and just annoying to look at.”

“Oh what would I do without you putting me in my place?”

“I have no idea, probably wonder around this world aimlessly.”

“This very well might be true. Now snap out of it, I need to study for this test because even though I may question why I’m here, as you do, doesn’t mean I can tell my professor ‘I didn’t know where my life was going so I pondered that rather than studying for you test’.”

“Are you saying I should use that?”

“Seriously Monica?”

“Oh your kidding, whopps. But Chels it could so work.”

“I’m going to go grab coffee and hope that by the time I get back, your either doing some sort of work or get over this.”

Over this, oh I’ve become that friend. One you love being around when they have the good days because they’re interesting and fun. But when she hits that low point she goes hard. When did I become this girl? Oh I remember, two years ago, thanks to some awesome guy asking for marriage and my world where everything could be turned upside down, it was. But I didn’t say yes. I didn’t say yes.

Done!

Okay so this story I had a solid day of writing it and now coming back to it I simply cannot write for this story. Sad day. I will come back to it at some point in time but for now it shall be lost in the folder in which it is saved and  new story to post I will begin writing.

As the seasons went on as did their lives. Amber and and Michael were wed with a beautiful ceremony. It was at Amber’s home in Georgia, they have an older mansion, something that seems to walk out of Pride and Prejudice the Kira Knightley version. The ceremony was beautifully done, outside with closest friends and family, they did not want anything to be over done, simply and elegant, it fit both of their taste and personalities perfectly. Now the walls of their house is filled with photographs of their magical day, family, and honeymoon. Sitting in their living room on a love seat in front of the fire. Michael reads a book while Amber rest her feet across her lap and crochets a scarf for her husband. It seems so picturesque. Their life continues this way through out their marriage.

At least this is how Amber sees the rest of their relationship should be. Michael goes on with the life he saw for them. At least how he saw his life going, he just needed someone who wanted to fill the role. He woke up on the same day everyday, had his coffee, read the paper, then would fold his paper under his arm and walk out to his car and drive to work. Without a fail he had done this daily. Amber but was not one for routine as Michael would. She would wake up early some mornings, work out or lounge around, or meet friends. It was all about keeping status with her married and non-married friends. The role of a husband that was seen in movies and every little girl told is what kind of man they are to look for is what she found. Not only did she want all her friends to know, but she wanted to be reminded every morning that she made it all the way through her check list.

“Honey could we have a wine tasting tomorrow night?”

“A wine tasting?”

“Yes the girls and I have been talking about getting our friends from school together. You know that is how we meet. Your frat and my sorority had a mixer and then sparks just flew. Now that we are out of school our circles have grown and we would like everyone to get together.”

“Amber we’re not in school anymore we can’t just have mixers.”

“Yes now it will be better because we will have more to talk about without all the flirting and hormones. Simply conversations and mingling.”

“So it will be a couples night.”

“No we will have all our friends. Not all of then have someone or is married.”

“So it will be just like college, just better alcohol, and smarter flirting. Well smarter is not guaranteed.”

“Honey please!” Amber looked at Michael as if he wasn’t even there. She already saw the set up of the night.

The month went by with Michael and Amber going down and emptying out her apartment. Wedding bells were getting closer with two months to go now. Amber was excited to be closing on the house as well. It seemed as if the house was bigger than the wedding. Michael moved in three weeks before their wedding date. He was getting it all settled and Amber stayed the weekend to give it that feminine touch. Then returned to Georgia to stay till their wedding which would be in Warton

The season began to change. Fall was settling in with the leaves changing, bring the crisp air with it. Michael loved the smell that fall brought in. Amber loved that coming up north gave her an excuse to do more shopping to fit the seasons and new styles she hasn’t had to deal with before. Both loved the fall that is why they choose to get married then. The wedding was soon approaching, Michael was out raking the leaves and doing some maintenance on the house. They did not want to change the house from the nature of how the home came about. Amber loved that this house came from a place of love and dedication to the ones other. Michael felt the same but would not admit it completely because he knew that he wanted to grow to have that love as strong for Amber to give her one of the things she saw as a dream to never happen.

While in the yard Michael pauses and just looks around the house to see all the minor details that are most likely over looked on a daily bases but each detail was chosen specially for that mans wife, and she had seen it as something special. This house was something he needed to look up to, to match. He did not have a religion or something like that. Not even a mentor he thought it made no sense to have one person teaching you and guiding you when they can only share what they know so you either match their intelligence or are stunted but what they only know or care to share. Looking at this house told him more than what anyone could share with him about the love that man had for his wife, and the knowledge he had to give the door frame on the side wall farthest from the garage door opening because when pulling in the car you would be closest or leaving the house. The man who designed this house was practical, know how those who were to come to this home would not wonder why things where where they were and not another place. Everything was in it’s place cause that is how it was suppose to be and the house knew we would live this way rather than we living and the house doing what we saw.

Thinking all this out Michael began to laugh at himself for giving so much to this home he barely knew. Not not that he barely knew this home. That fact he was justifying a house for being something to match his life to. He continued raking with this feeling of sillyness, but it would not be the last time he thought of the home this way.