19 October 2008


I've been thinking all weekend about perfect moments. You know the kind--when things don't seem as though they can get any better than they are. What's continually amusing to me is that most of the time, you don't realize that those moments are perfect until weeks, months, years, or decades later.

I've been pushed to think about those moments over the last several weeks, most memorably at a lunch with my friend and her new husband. He decided he wanted to ask me everything about the last person I was in love with.

"Why do you think it didn't work out with him? What happened? Do you think you could have done anything differently?" he asked.

"What does it matter? He gets married in a week," I retorted.

(I thought about the moment after my first conversation with him. That moment was perfect. )

"Well, we were talking about this whole thing on our walk here to meet you. It's only fair that you know."

"I suppose."

"Well?" he asked again.

"What else can I say? It didn't work out," (and I was so incredulous that I didn't know what to do.)

And so the subject was changed to my search for an apartment.

What I failed to think about was the time I spent driving across town from Columbia Heights to Capitol Hill. The weather was beautiful; there wasn't a cloud in the sky and I was listening to NPR and not thinking about anything in particular.

That moment was perfect.

So, thanks for reading the last post of the Culture Wars. I think it's time that I go out in search of some more perfect moments.


Essentially Me said...

Well dang. I wish you would share your perfect moments with your readers.

Casey said...

I figured on you wandering off soon. You'll be missed.

And thank you.

mysterygirl! said...

Now what will I read on my trip to Acapulco?!

Best of luck in search of more of those moments. Usually they aren't the ones I expect. That's the beauty, I guess.

alot, alot said...

A rather perfect way to close out the blog, too. Thanks for the thoughts and the wisdom.

Dexter Colt said...

There's always Tumblr.

Draw the curtain on this blog if you must. But, don't keep us in the dark. Godspeed.

suicide_blond said...


Megarita said...

Awww. Good time for a change, though. (Do we need to storm somebody's wedding and mess some sh*t up, by the way?)

Anonymous said...

Aw, nuts. I hate goodbyes. Don't leave me. I promise I'll be better.

Pascal Ebert said...

If ever a life deserved chapters yours would seem to be one.

Be well.

cuff said...

Why do you keep doing this? I'm hoping you're only stopping so you can have the joy of starting again somewhere new somewhere fresh.

I had a perfect moment last week. I was lying on my back on the grass looking at a cloudless blue sky and my daughter was rolling down the sloped grass just a dozen feet away, laughing her head off.

ma said...

Thank you all so much. This means a lot to me. You never know. I could start writing again one day, but I need to take a break for now. :)