I haven't posted a lot lately. I've been entertaining my love. However, today I had to drop him off at the airport in Seattle. Very characteristically of Washington, and my mood, it was raining all the way to the airport and all the way on the way back. The last time I dropped him off in Seattle it was raining as well. It's just the weather matching my mood I think.
Matt's trip here was amazing. I don't even know where to begin. I was a bit nervous about spending the month with him here. I mean, we've spent time together, but not just doing normal things. I knew (and still know) he's the one I will be with, but it was nice having him here for sort of a trial run. It was nice to come home to have him here in the house. Nice to have him fold the laundry and put it away :)
I know it was only a month and a whole lifetime is a lot different thing. But, we didn't need him here to know that we are going to work. It was just the opportunity to spend time together. Every day when I thought about going home from work, knowing he was waiting there for me, was the most amazing feeling. Everything about it was amazing.
The only thing that wasn't was his episode in the kitchen sniffing up his nose and moaning and complaining about the smell of the Molasses! (He claims it smells like cod liver oil...) Other than that one point, I never really got to the point where I was going to strangle him :)
It was so hard dropping him off at the airport this time... It was hard because it was the 3rd time we've had to part ways and be unsure of when exactly we'd see one another again. I know he will be here soon. Once we get the rest of the immigration under way, we can set a date for the wedding and get everything going for him to move here.
The only thing that made it bearable to leave him was to know that it was the last time we'd have to leave one another.
Sitting in my house right now is pretty bad... I hate walking through it and just seeing little things he left... I teared up over a rolled up Hershey's Kiss wrapper... I'm exhausted, but dreading going to bed. I hate that first night of sleeping in the bed alone after being used to curling up to him.