My Person

I miss my person. She's totally too far away. She has a sweetie now that I've never met. I have a sweetie that she's never met. That's really weird and the world is no longer rotating correctly. My person understands what I do because she loves ears too. I can call her and rattle off a string of acronyms with a couple adjectives thrown in and she knows what kind of day I had. She's who I would call to help me move a body if I were so inclined to murder someone. Which I'm not. Even if I am Italian. She is too though, so it's not an unreasonable request.

She's smart. She's funny. She keeps me on the straight and narrow when I start to board a crazy train of thought. I can be completely transparent with her and never feel judged. She is giving and loving. She has a heart for animals - the mere thought of an animal in pain or who doesn't know love upsets her. She likes me, however, despite my hunting family. My person is fiercely loyal. If I were the bar fighting kind of girl, I'd want her next to me holding a pool cue. Is that how you have a bar fight? Forgive me, DH and I just watched Roadhouse this past weekend and my ideas may be a bit skewed.

We went to a ridiculously great hockey game together and screamed until we couldn't talk. We spent weeks hanging out at our places in Friendship, Shadyside, Squirrel Hill and Bloomfield drinking gin and tonics and talking waiters into bringing her peanut butter. She was with me both times when I was crapped upon by birds and once when I was attacked by a beach umbrella while trying to change clothes in Maine. We watched a Super Bowl that Da Burgh won while I explained some football basics and our city erupted around us. She was the keeper of the aspirin and the pretzels. She adores chocolate and peanut butter together. If you try to eat her mashed potatoes she may injure you. I once threatened to stab her with my fork if she spoke one more time during Grey's Anatomy. She swears that we watched How Green is My Valley but I'm convinced 4 years later that it's a conspiracy because I have no memory of any of it.

We sweated and crammed and moaned and laughed through 4 years of classes and clinic. We considered killing each other the semester we were living together, had all of our classes together and were in clinic together.  We would IM each other from our bedrooms to meet in the kitchen and make some mac and cheese. I had the honor of throwing her first surprise party ever...and we almost ran out of tequila before she got there thanks to a friend's ridiculous margartita recipe.

She's who I call when I have good news and when I have bad news. She's seen me at my best and my worst. We haven't seen each other in over a year and it'll be another 4 months before we get to see one another again. She is amazing, wicked smart, beautiful, tenderhearted and I would be lost without her.

My person, I love you all the houses on the street plus a million ABRs.