table for two.
So, life exploded. Why is it that I'll be bored out of my mind and nothing will happen, and then life schedules EVERYTHING in one fell swoop? Typical.
So, went to Maine to see Suzi and Rin. It. Was. Awesome. Epically awesome. The blues festival was fabulous, we went shopping (I got a necklace and a scarf, whee!), there was great food and great company. I met her parents, and they're AWESOME. So fun. The music was out of this world, and I really want to go again next year. Too much fun. I can't recap everything that happened without going into GORY DETAIL, so we'll leave it at Awesome. Scene of awesomeness: Suzi and I shared a bed in the hotel. I warned her that I talk in my sleep, and lo, I delivered. The first night I started murmuring random crap, waking Suzi up. I then proceeded to poke her in the arm to wake her up, then said, in all seriousness: "I thought we took care of that!?" Apparently, I'm an anal retentive control freak in my sleep. Go me.
THEN, after bluestasticness, Suzi and I headed down to see Rin in Biddeford. Suzi drove because she's AWESOME, and we amused ourselves with talking to people and listening to classic rock. We arrived to a Rinface, and there was much rejoicing. We then spent the next two days eating tasty food (pizza, brie-pasta, indian, eggs 'n' hash browns, MMMM), watching movies (ALL THREE Resident Evil. We are beast.) and television shows (Supernatural and How I Met Your Mother, to which I am now hopelessly hooked). We Rock Banded out, we Sing Starred, we giggled and had a ball. We hit the beach for a morning, dragging Suzi into the Atlantic by her hair, and then back out again (once your legs are numb, it's really warm!).
We finally had to part ways and it was woeful. :( I returned to sunny Massachusetts and came to find I am about an hour and a half away from Rin, so Wes and I shall be visiting later this summer. I SWEAR IT.
After visiting Rin, my successor started her job and I proceeded to spend last week working, packing, and sleeping. That's it, I swear. I loaded my crap into tubs and boxes and on Saturday Mark, Wes and I shipped it off to a storage unit. I'm actually very proud-- only ONE box of books came with me to the apartment. One. This is EPIC.
Now, I've survived yet another week, and I'm settling into my new job (woo, promotionnn) and helping my replacement settle into hers. This weekend we're celebrating my brother's birthday, and probably going out to dinner or something equally mellow. Ahhh, family.
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I'm officially living with my boyfriend.
This still kind of throws me for a loop. It'd be better if we were living just the two of us (ohhhh my goddd), but we're moving out just the two of us come October, so that'll be a step in the right direction. Right now we're hitting rocky patches with us living together; we're re-learning how to pay attention to someone we see all the time. How to say "hey-- how was your day? I love you. Let's talk." instead of "What's for dinner?" The relationship is growing up, and it's scary and awesome and hard. It's a growing pain, I guess, but I think we're handling it well. He's spent his summer in an internship doing research for a professor and that will continue into the next two years as he finishes school; he'll be presenting research at a conference next summer, if all goes as planned and they get published. I've got a promotion, we're moving in together-- is this what growing up feels like?
So, yeah. It's... this. As cheesy as it sounds, we're starting to build our life together, and it's awesome. It's hard as fucking hell, and we're learning so much about each other, but it's wonderful. And getting to see him every day is the best part; it reminds me just how much I really do love him.
So, went to Maine to see Suzi and Rin. It. Was. Awesome. Epically awesome. The blues festival was fabulous, we went shopping (I got a necklace and a scarf, whee!), there was great food and great company. I met her parents, and they're AWESOME. So fun. The music was out of this world, and I really want to go again next year. Too much fun. I can't recap everything that happened without going into GORY DETAIL, so we'll leave it at Awesome. Scene of awesomeness: Suzi and I shared a bed in the hotel. I warned her that I talk in my sleep, and lo, I delivered. The first night I started murmuring random crap, waking Suzi up. I then proceeded to poke her in the arm to wake her up, then said, in all seriousness: "I thought we took care of that!?" Apparently, I'm an anal retentive control freak in my sleep. Go me.
THEN, after bluestasticness, Suzi and I headed down to see Rin in Biddeford. Suzi drove because she's AWESOME, and we amused ourselves with talking to people and listening to classic rock. We arrived to a Rinface, and there was much rejoicing. We then spent the next two days eating tasty food (pizza, brie-pasta, indian, eggs 'n' hash browns, MMMM), watching movies (ALL THREE Resident Evil. We are beast.) and television shows (Supernatural and How I Met Your Mother, to which I am now hopelessly hooked). We Rock Banded out, we Sing Starred, we giggled and had a ball. We hit the beach for a morning, dragging Suzi into the Atlantic by her hair, and then back out again (once your legs are numb, it's really warm!).
We finally had to part ways and it was woeful. :( I returned to sunny Massachusetts and came to find I am about an hour and a half away from Rin, so Wes and I shall be visiting later this summer. I SWEAR IT.
After visiting Rin, my successor started her job and I proceeded to spend last week working, packing, and sleeping. That's it, I swear. I loaded my crap into tubs and boxes and on Saturday Mark, Wes and I shipped it off to a storage unit. I'm actually very proud-- only ONE box of books came with me to the apartment. One. This is EPIC.
Now, I've survived yet another week, and I'm settling into my new job (woo, promotionnn) and helping my replacement settle into hers. This weekend we're celebrating my brother's birthday, and probably going out to dinner or something equally mellow. Ahhh, family.
***
I'm officially living with my boyfriend.
This still kind of throws me for a loop. It'd be better if we were living just the two of us (ohhhh my goddd), but we're moving out just the two of us come October, so that'll be a step in the right direction. Right now we're hitting rocky patches with us living together; we're re-learning how to pay attention to someone we see all the time. How to say "hey-- how was your day? I love you. Let's talk." instead of "What's for dinner?" The relationship is growing up, and it's scary and awesome and hard. It's a growing pain, I guess, but I think we're handling it well. He's spent his summer in an internship doing research for a professor and that will continue into the next two years as he finishes school; he'll be presenting research at a conference next summer, if all goes as planned and they get published. I've got a promotion, we're moving in together-- is this what growing up feels like?
So, yeah. It's... this. As cheesy as it sounds, we're starting to build our life together, and it's awesome. It's hard as fucking hell, and we're learning so much about each other, but it's wonderful. And getting to see him every day is the best part; it reminds me just how much I really do love him.