In case you didn’t notice, I’ve been MIA for a little over a week. BF got into town on the 21st, and since then everything’s been an absolute whirlwind. I haven’t done that much in a week … ever, I think:
- Ate our way through Seattle’s Pike Place Market (including Piroshky Piroshky, YUMM)
- Tasted at/toured three different breweries
- Drove across the state of Washington twice
- BF got to go to his brother’s bachelor party up at Priest Lake (“it was like ‘The Hangover’ … in the woods”)
- Went bowling
- Did yardwork
- Set up for a wedding
- Cooked for a wedding
- Attended two weddings in two days (congrats to Brett & Cori and Simon & Merissa!)
- Sang karaoke
To be quite honest, it was pretty much a week-long bender, and I could hardly stand up last night, I was so tired. Took BF to the airport this morning for what I’m fervently praying is the last time for a long-time separation. I am quickly remembering why I promised myself that we’d never do this again after I moved to Florida. Lots of tears last night, and all morning.
I thought I was okay by the time I got home from SeaTac, but Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes’ “Home” started to play when I was turning on my street (BF had never heard the song before, and we quickly dubbed it the theme song for the trip, as the lyrics are oddly appropriate: “home is wherever I’m with you”) and I just lost it again.
Unfortunately, we are breaking one of the cardinal rules of long-distance relationships and we don’t have a date set for when we’ll see each other again (this makes it easier, so you have something to count down to). Might have to figure that out. Other coping strategies besides my obscene to-do list, working out, and chocolate? Ideas? Anyone? Bueller?
Anyway, I have a work-related phone call in 2 minutes, so I need to quit sniffling and get my life together.
Currently loving: MGMT in general, nice weather in Seattle today, starting the workout plan my sister developed for me!
image from cliff1066 (BF took the camera back with him to Orlando)