random musings
I opened my mail box today and in it was...
1. a movie (The Secret of Roan Inish) I haven't seen since I was a young teenager. It's been one I've wanted to share with Marc.
2. a stupid "final bill" that I've paid and they keep telling me I haven't. Grrrr.
3. a hand painted purple postcard from Marc. It was such a wonderful treat to discover that in my mailbox. It's great to know someone is thinking about you and takes the time to sit down and write about it. Sometimes I'm so afraid that things will fall apart again (I know they won't if we work hard and communicate) especially when he seems to get stuck in his own head. It's wonderful to get the little reminders that he does care and wants this to work as much as I do. That he does love me and values my presence in his life. Sometimes all someone needs is a little reassurance to dissuade doubts and fears. Plus what girl doesn't go all mushy inside when someone sends her a love letter?
My dad left this afternoon. He's been here a few days. I love his company and enjoy his visits, but damn sometimes he stresses me out. I don't think it's his presence so much as soemone else in my space when there are times I want it to myself. I'm sitting here in my now empty apartment with some time to myself. That cats are both asleep in their respective spots. It's nice having my home back to myself.
Things seem to be falling into place as far as my move to Boston goes. It feels good. Knowing I have a place to live and I don't have to stress about finding an apartment or roommates I don't know from across the country in a city I'm unfamiliar with just lifted a lot of stress and anxiety about the move. It makes it less daunting.
1. a movie (The Secret of Roan Inish) I haven't seen since I was a young teenager. It's been one I've wanted to share with Marc.
2. a stupid "final bill" that I've paid and they keep telling me I haven't. Grrrr.
3. a hand painted purple postcard from Marc. It was such a wonderful treat to discover that in my mailbox. It's great to know someone is thinking about you and takes the time to sit down and write about it. Sometimes I'm so afraid that things will fall apart again (I know they won't if we work hard and communicate) especially when he seems to get stuck in his own head. It's wonderful to get the little reminders that he does care and wants this to work as much as I do. That he does love me and values my presence in his life. Sometimes all someone needs is a little reassurance to dissuade doubts and fears. Plus what girl doesn't go all mushy inside when someone sends her a love letter?
My dad left this afternoon. He's been here a few days. I love his company and enjoy his visits, but damn sometimes he stresses me out. I don't think it's his presence so much as soemone else in my space when there are times I want it to myself. I'm sitting here in my now empty apartment with some time to myself. That cats are both asleep in their respective spots. It's nice having my home back to myself.
Things seem to be falling into place as far as my move to Boston goes. It feels good. Knowing I have a place to live and I don't have to stress about finding an apartment or roommates I don't know from across the country in a city I'm unfamiliar with just lifted a lot of stress and anxiety about the move. It makes it less daunting.