The Semi-Anual-Blog-Check-In
IN this chapter we will read about Emily's busy work life, how she's got a bad case of wanderlust and cabin fever, and a little weary with some news she's been waiting for for a long time…
*beware: lovey-dovey pics.
Well, here we are yet again…
Life has just gotten way to busy to be on here regularly which is good and bad I guess…less time spent on the computer, but that also means that I've had less time to relax, journal, read, write, adventure...
I'm a day dreamer, I always have been. And it is on a regular basis that I find my mind wandering the globe having adventures…while the rest of me is stuck here, usually bent over a sink, washing someone's hair color out. Thankfully some adventures are coming up that will shake the monotony up a bit…but also make my life a little complicated.
Next weekend is the NYC Hair Show which I shall be attending with my coworkers. Now, I enjoy hair shows, but the thought of not having a break at all from my salon gals (ending the work week on saturday evening, leaving for NYC early sunday morning, and returning home late monday night) is putting a mental damper on the weekend for me.
Especially (here comes my selfishness) when I know that I now have a limited amount of time with my beloved greek-boy. Today we celebrate the unofficial 2yr anniversary of when we decided that, yeah, I like you and always have, so let's do this. And during these two years while we've been running around being young and growing together we have also been in what seems like an eternal limbo waiting…waiting…waiting…
Waiting for what? For the coast guard. Always the coast guard. This was a major topic we considered for a good long while before we decided to go forward with a relationship, making it through what could end up being a long distance military relationship. And after much deliberation, and plenty of lovely little tummy butterflies, we walked forth hand-in-hand and said, "It's worth it."
And so, for the past two years the Coast Guard has always been at the back of our heads sitting very quietly in the corner bothering no one. Gregory had been told that he could leave for boot camp in May or June of this year, but it hardly seemed real. We had grown so comfortable and complacent. Until last friday evening….
After a very long week of being flat on my back from the pain of a double ear infection (complete with two perferated eardrums), and going back to work on a third round of super strong antibiotics that made me dizzy, tired, and nauseous, I was just starting to feel better. I don't do sick well. I like to be up and moving and busy. I'm very used to being independent, so I don't do the whole letting people take care of me because the life has been knocked out of me, thing. It doesn't come naturally. Yet, I found my evenings to be not so bad. I was constantly surprised with little things like tubs of Ben and Jerry's, boxes of Velveeta Mac 'n cheese (which was a relief cause smoothies were getting annoying and I couldn't fully open or close my mouth), quirky and awkward indie romcoms, and even my very own personal delivery of pink berry piled with fresh fruit! This showering of love and kindness was something that I was not used to, and I can't even begin to explain how much my heart swells with love for this man.
With my new found ability to chew real food I headed over to the Logan homestead for an amazing greek dinner, and found myself surprised…The mood was loud, full of laughter and that buoyancy of hungry people awaiting delicious food…but somehow I found myself holding papers with dates on them…June 24th…
And with that, my mood changed completely. My heart sunk, and has yet to float back up. It's really happening, and I'm kinda scared. Because after 16 years of having this wonderful friend no more 10 minutes away from me, he'll be taken away from me for 2 months, and then stationed who knows where. To me, he is home, and I'm not too excited about having my home living away from me.
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| Home is wherever you are if there's love there too. |
