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I always stumble back to this journal in a moment of madness or intense boredom. This evening it's boredom tinged with intense excitement. Another reason I seem to come back here. To write about my longing for visits from my boyfriend.
I see him on Friday night, the first time in just over a month. We shall go for drinks and a meal and I'm so excited I can hardly control it. He's flying all the way up to Edinburgh then getting the train through to spend a few hours with me. Only a few hours. As once again a family holiday of mine has to coincide with his few and far between holidays. On saturday I leave for New York city. I sometimes forget I'm going as all my excitement has been concentrated on Andy. In the last few weeks, especially the first week he was back down south, things were a bit rough. Things looked dodgy. No doubt separation anxiety, having to resort back to msn and phonecalls when we'd spent 3 weeks solidly in each others company. We're on the otherside of all that bad stuff now and its stronger than ever. Tomorrow I can finally hug him. Something I was so desperate to do during all the fights. Just hug him and hold him and tell him just how much I bloody love him. Although I know for a fact that when it comes for me to say goodbye tomorro evening I will cry like a baby, just being able to see him will be priceless.
But back to New York....oooh I can't wait. Never been to America, never been on that long a flight. Although I have my anxieties about the trip, I know for a fact I will love every moment of it and I know it'll be a holiday I'll remember for the rest of my life. Can't wait to experience the style and the atmosphere and the land-marks and bloody hell the shopping.
Andy and then New York. I'm a lucky girl indeed.
x
I see him on Friday night, the first time in just over a month. We shall go for drinks and a meal and I'm so excited I can hardly control it. He's flying all the way up to Edinburgh then getting the train through to spend a few hours with me. Only a few hours. As once again a family holiday of mine has to coincide with his few and far between holidays. On saturday I leave for New York city. I sometimes forget I'm going as all my excitement has been concentrated on Andy. In the last few weeks, especially the first week he was back down south, things were a bit rough. Things looked dodgy. No doubt separation anxiety, having to resort back to msn and phonecalls when we'd spent 3 weeks solidly in each others company. We're on the otherside of all that bad stuff now and its stronger than ever. Tomorrow I can finally hug him. Something I was so desperate to do during all the fights. Just hug him and hold him and tell him just how much I bloody love him. Although I know for a fact that when it comes for me to say goodbye tomorro evening I will cry like a baby, just being able to see him will be priceless.
But back to New York....oooh I can't wait. Never been to America, never been on that long a flight. Although I have my anxieties about the trip, I know for a fact I will love every moment of it and I know it'll be a holiday I'll remember for the rest of my life. Can't wait to experience the style and the atmosphere and the land-marks and bloody hell the shopping.
Andy and then New York. I'm a lucky girl indeed.
x