The other day I commented on a friend's Instagram story where he was making a LOT of soup and as a certified soup slut I had to tell him it looked delicious and for some reason he offered to bring me some??? And of course im never going to turn down free soup so I agreed, and promptly forgot about it. And today he texted me asking when would be a good time to come deliver the soup, noon or 9:30pm. Wildly different time frames but I dont get off work in time to do a midday soup delivery so I opted for 9:30 and then promptly forgot again. So its 9:20, im laying in bed comfy cozy having my little scroll before sleep and he texts me and goes "be there in 15" so im like shit im fully naked and on the verge of slumber but its soup, I simply must get my ass up to receive this blessing. So I throw on my robe and tie it as tight as possible to avoid flashing this man and 5 minutes before his eta Im sat in my living room phone in hand awaiting the delivery I have forgotten I've been waiting for for a day and a half. He arrives, I exit, and the first words out of his mouth are a laughed out "you're wearing a robe!??!" And I, in my infinite comedic abilities respond "sometimes I be comfy cozy". He then hands me the soup and I go giddy. So giddy that when he also hands me our shared friends water bottle and says "you're seeing him for a movie night this weekend, give this to him then" I brain freeze because I was only expecting the blessing of soup not a Responsibility™️. But never the less I take them both and head back inside , thanking him profusely as I do, when he yells out, "its a pickle soup!". Im confused, this is clearly chicken noodle? But be explains that there's pickle juice in the broth and pickles in the solids and I say "that sounds amazing" because all soup is amazing, continue my parade of thanks, and go inside to do a soup song and dance as I take a video to send to my long distance bestie who knows my love of soups well before placing it in the fridge to rest before its inevtiable fate as my lunch tomorrow. And its as im watching this video back I realize, I have a life here. Ive been talking about putting down roots and staying put and being a part of this city and community for months now leading up to my move and its only just now that I realize, I already have. I have friends. Good friends. Friends who bring me soup. Friends who trust me to be reliable. Friends who want to come to my housewarming and ask me for relationship advice and ask me to feed their cats. I volunteer, I go to events, I can navigate public transit with relative ease. I live here. I have a life here. And I dont think I would've realized that if it hadn't been for the soup.
