Since moving to Los Angeles over three years ago, I have had my share of visitors from Oregon, Massachusetts, even Italy and Germany and it's been amazing. I love showing off the sights that this city has to offer, not to mention, always adding a little piece of myself into the mix, to show off what makes this city mine to begin with. But, nothing really could prepare me for my last visitor.
My ex, Peter came to visit me. A visit that had been a long time in the making and quite frankly, a reunion I thought would never happen. I hadn't heard from Peter in seven years. But, that wasn't to say he wasn't too far from my mind. We never had a tearing your hair out, screaming at the top of your lungs kind of breakup. It was amicable. We were meant to go down two different paths and that is what we did. The end. Through all of my travels, living in Massachusetts, Oregon, and California, he was in the back of my head. Not really as a boyfriend, just as somebody I cared about and was still curious about.
Through keeping in touch with the woman who originally set us up, his sister-in-law, Cara, I was able to find out Peter took a complete opposite path than I. A life more consistent with settling than anything else. Peter stayed in Pennsylvania, didn't find the ambition to do anything he really felt passionate about, fell for the wrong girls and now is a single and a father to a one and a half year old little girl. But, regardless, I was still curious to meet up with Peter, again. He always held a very special place in my heart and probably always will. After a few text messages and phone conversations, Peter bought his ticket out here. It was just like old times. No awkwardness, no lack of common ground. We were both slightly older and more mature and able to gather closure from the things we didn't say seven years ago. But, now it opens a whole new door I never imagined even trying. I was able to find all the qualities in Peter that made me fall for him years ago and he found in me, a life I had made out here for myself, but only lacking a partner to share it with. I was at peace with Peter, a feeling I hadn't had since my arrival. Does that mean a reunion in a relationship? I guess time will tell if we are both cut out for that. There is the subject of his daughter, his career, his family's input and my own decision to pick things up where we left off. If anything, I live by the motto to try everything once and fully encourage Peter to try LA on for size for three months and if nothing else, he can say it was a perfect fit for him or it didn't suit him, after that, the rest of his decisions will have to be made.
Of course whatever this relationship is, it's really testing my biggest flaw: impatience.
