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JonDor is back in town, and I'm nice and content again. Funny how just knowing he's in the house makes me feel better, even if we're not in the same room. It was about twenty to six on Thursday afternoon when I found myself really, really missing him. He usually gets home between 4.45 and 5.30, and my internal clock was telling me that it was time for him to stroll in and give me a kiss. Only he wasn't going to, being in New York. I can hear car engines coming up the block before I can see them, and I caught myself five or six times, looking up at the sound of a car to see if it was his silver Audi. Obviously, it never was, since that same silver Audi was parked in the driveway, and he wasn't gonna be home. I had to get up and find something else to do so I wouldn't look for him anymore.
And well, I found plenty to do all weekend, things much more fun than cleaning or packing or doing homework. To hell with all that. I went out to dinner Friday night with maizu and some other girls, and then met *more* girls at a bar later on. We had too much to drink, stayed out too late, and I had a great time. The next morning, I dragged my hungover self down to Denver and recuperated by a nice pool with ALL those girls, plus some, and one guy. He thought he was the luckiest bastard on the planet. Saturday night found me taking a tour of the two Coral Rooms down in Denver, cause I went to the wrong one first to visit aniccata and listen to her man spin. I got there latelatelate, but it was still awesome. All in all, I met about fifteen people this weekend, and I think I still remember all their names. I rule.
This Saturday is my eighteen month anniversary with Jon. It's also the day we're renting a UHaul (or something similar) to do the BIG MOVE. That means that I should start the serious packing efforts this week. With how excited I am to finally be moving into OUR HOUSE, packing shouldn't be too much of a chore. Besides, I kinda enjoy it. I have good three dimensional abilities, and I like getting things organized and all packed away.
I finally figured out why I'm so thrilled to be moving, besides the obvious joys of homeownership and cohabitation with an amazing guy. We signed our mortgage for five years, which is enough of a commitment to convince me that we will most likely be living in this new place for FIVE YEARS. This will be the first time since I was ... twelve, I think, that I won't be moving every time I turn around. Let's look at the statistics, going backwards:
Carnegie Drive: 1 year
Walden Circle: 6 months
Thunderbird Circle: 2.5 years
Canyon: 1 year
Baker Hall: 1 year (sophomore)
Cockerell Hall: 1 year
Aurora, CO: 2 years
Brooklyn, NY: 3 years
Columbia MD: 6 months
Severn MD: 6 years
Ft. Mead, MD: 2 years
Ft. Bragg, NC: 4 years
The dorms especially sucked, cause I had to "move" home for Christmas and summers. Those years were like moving four times. Ugh.
As you can see, the longest I've lived in one place was six years. And that was a loonnng time ago. I'd give you a weighted average, but it's *finally* time for me to go to class. Long story short, I can't WAIT to be in one place for a while. And that place will finally really actually be home.
And well, I found plenty to do all weekend, things much more fun than cleaning or packing or doing homework. To hell with all that. I went out to dinner Friday night with maizu and some other girls, and then met *more* girls at a bar later on. We had too much to drink, stayed out too late, and I had a great time. The next morning, I dragged my hungover self down to Denver and recuperated by a nice pool with ALL those girls, plus some, and one guy. He thought he was the luckiest bastard on the planet. Saturday night found me taking a tour of the two Coral Rooms down in Denver, cause I went to the wrong one first to visit aniccata and listen to her man spin. I got there latelatelate, but it was still awesome. All in all, I met about fifteen people this weekend, and I think I still remember all their names. I rule.
This Saturday is my eighteen month anniversary with Jon. It's also the day we're renting a UHaul (or something similar) to do the BIG MOVE. That means that I should start the serious packing efforts this week. With how excited I am to finally be moving into OUR HOUSE, packing shouldn't be too much of a chore. Besides, I kinda enjoy it. I have good three dimensional abilities, and I like getting things organized and all packed away.
I finally figured out why I'm so thrilled to be moving, besides the obvious joys of homeownership and cohabitation with an amazing guy. We signed our mortgage for five years, which is enough of a commitment to convince me that we will most likely be living in this new place for FIVE YEARS. This will be the first time since I was ... twelve, I think, that I won't be moving every time I turn around. Let's look at the statistics, going backwards:
Carnegie Drive: 1 year
Walden Circle: 6 months
Thunderbird Circle: 2.5 years
Canyon: 1 year
Baker Hall: 1 year (sophomore)
Cockerell Hall: 1 year
Aurora, CO: 2 years
Brooklyn, NY: 3 years
Columbia MD: 6 months
Severn MD: 6 years
Ft. Mead, MD: 2 years
Ft. Bragg, NC: 4 years
The dorms especially sucked, cause I had to "move" home for Christmas and summers. Those years were like moving four times. Ugh.
As you can see, the longest I've lived in one place was six years. And that was a loonnng time ago. I'd give you a weighted average, but it's *finally* time for me to go to class. Long story short, I can't WAIT to be in one place for a while. And that place will finally really actually be home.