I am leaving to move to London for the summer, for ten weeks. I am leaving this weekend. I am studying abroad and will at least also go to Paris and Rome. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity and it is coming up quick. Whoa, I am starting to freak out.
First I got my hair cut, 2.5 inches off to make my hair healthy. It was the right step even though I love my hair as long as possible. I know its only noticeable to me.
Then I met my grandmother and grandfather for lunch and shopping. Its been tough couple of years with my grandparents, but today made it feel like we are finally going back into the right direction and I am so happy for that.
After I went to my boyfriend’s parents’ house and I was nervous to go, but it ended up going wonderfully. They called me their daughter and daughter-in-law, it made me feel amazing. I messed up big with Derek and they knew about it, I was so upset that I also disrespected them. For them to forgive me and continue to support me and Derek. That family and my man are such phenomenal people and I am so lucky to have them in my life.
It’s pretty fantastic how different I feel before and after a run, no matter the length really. I just ran about two miles maybe even less, but I still feel better than before I left, actually much much better.
And my half marathon is on Sunday! This Sunday! That means in 6 days. It snuck up on me!
Tonight is one of them, distance is getting to me. It doesn’t seem to matter how long it has been since we have been together or until we will see each other again, it just sucks. I want to be there for him when he comes home and I want to hold him as he sleeps.
I remember so well how happy I was just to get a sentence message from him a year ago and now talking on the phone for hours or seeing each other every 4 to 6 weeks isn’t enough. I think it is so much different because he isn’t deployed and we actually could be together, considering the circumstances, but we aren’t. We have two different lives in two different states and I hate this the most.