i'm a bit of a planner. that will probably come as no surprise to most everyone here. not that i can't be spontaneous and a total goof when other people are involved, but left to my own devices- most likely out of abject fear of any and all boredom- i plan to the hilt. because plans are exciting.
for months, meggie's wedding has loomed ahead. there've been other little excitingments cropping up along the way, but it was meggie's wedding that was always on the horizon. and now it's over. and i don't quite know what to do with myself.
thus, immediately upon my return, i went into plan overdrive. emailing my father about labor day tickets home, my aunt about a possible trip to new york, pestering my mum to take me to paris and kara beautiful about the fall birthday bonanza. i begged S to move to chicago, told lindear kankakee was calling her name, harassed meggie into coming to visit, began plotting my pitchfork wardrobe, and made a dental appointment. in the absence of any plans, i unconsciously made plans everywhere i could.
apparently, i very nearly drove my father round the bend. to the extent that, in exasperation, he asked my mum, "what is wrong with her?" my mum-- whom i sometimes think maybe knows me better than i know myself-- said, "i just told him, 'you know how she is. she's looking for her Next Big Thing."