I used to work with a girl back in Austin who was an intern/temp for a few months. She got engaged and asked me to be a bridesmaid. A long time ago I wrote an entry about how the girl had moved away and I didn’t think I was her bridesmaid anymore, and then driving home from work I saw a congratulations sign on the Holiday Inn and realized that the wedding I was supposed to be a bridesmaid in was happening at that very moment, without me.
I frequently thought about Jen over the past few years, as she was one of the youngest friends I had ever made (in terms of the difference in our ages, which isn’t really all that much but seemed like it at the time), and I felt we had really made a connection in the few short weeks we had known each other. Obviously she felt so too, since she asked me to be a part of her wedding.
The last I had heard she was wondering around Washington DC, wondering what was in store for her life in a new city, with a new husband. But I don’t have to wonder about her anymore, because Jen has a journal.