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Split Pea Goop

There's no recipe for life, and I'm in the thick of it.

Name:
kaphine
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I'm a recently (legally!) married queer girl, trying to stay that way. Which means I won't be leaving Massachusetts any time soon.

Why "Spit Pea Goop?"
It was winter when I started my journal. I had been taking time to put up pots of hot winter comfort food. Thick, stick-to-your-ribs stuff. A recent batch of split pea soup turned out much too thick and gloppy to be called soup, and was quickly dubbed "split pea goop." It became a metaphor for working things out without any instructions, for making it up as I go along.

Although my relationship wasn't new, I still found myself reflecting on, and really still discovering what makes a relationship work. I still am. Many of my earliest entries are all about the continued discovery of the us that results from adding me to her. It's alchemy. 1 + 1 = 3 (or maybe only 2.436). And about the little frustrations come from anytime people share space, no matter how much they like, love, respect and want each other.

I despirately want to someday "get it right." All of it. My relationship (marriage!), my job, my bank account, my recipe for split pea soup. I strongly suspect, that it will be a life-long process of getting it better, occasionally getting some things right, messing up, and apologizing. Lots of apologizing.

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