cloned.

Meet my clone, Danielle:
(a funny halloween pic i pulled off of facebook, but still my favorite)
Actually, before I go on, I guess this story requires just a little catch up. I no longer work as a custodian, but found employment as a graphic designer for the BYU Chinese Flagship organization on campus.

This means a few things:
1. I bought this computer, because my life became too complicated without one:
2. Because I'm allowed to telecommute, I am going to Brooklyn for 2 weeks to romance with Jared:3. I wouldn't have met my clone if not for the Flagship retreat in Park City that I attended this weekend.

A Flagship secretary typed our names on the Park City carpool roster next to one another. I met her on the curb outside the JKB and helped her load her rolly luggage into my backseat.
Once we're buckled in, I decide to break the ice.

"So, what are you studying?"

"Spanish language teaching."

"So cool! How far are you into your program? Are you graduating soon?"

"No, I have about 2 years left. I've been in school for such a long time too. I'm a super, super, super, senior."

"Really? How old are you?"

"24."

"Ah, no worries, I'm 25."

"Really? Yay! I always feel so old on BYU campus."

"Yeah, me too. . . so what've you been doing? Why has it taken so long?"

"Ahhh. . . that requires that I explain my whole crazy story to you."

There's something about her tone of voice and choice of words that feels astoundingly familiar.

"Are you divorced?"

"Yes!"

"Me too!"

"No way!"

And she proceeds to tell her story, which ends up being almost identical to mine right down to the details. Similar length of marriage, similar marital problems, similar style of coping with those problems; everything.
We got lost on the way up and back to Park City. We covered a range of topics that I'd bottled up and set way up on the shelf of my memory.
The comraderie was instantaneous. I think I could burp around this girl without feeling weird about it.

My life is amazing.