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This weekend was certainly a wild one. I wish I would have gotten around to posting about it yesterday, but I was just way too tired to really focus on writing.
I'm not even really sure where to start. I suppose it is always reasonable to start at the beginning with such things.
Friday started out as a chilly morning and stayed that way. I don't know what the temp was down here nor up there, but I do recall it being certainly jacket weather. The dive to the airport was neat to say the least. There was this constant feeling of building excitement and anticipation. I remember getting a very comforting return upon me. Every now and then I have this mental notion which washes over me. The best way I can describe is it is to say that there are few moments in which I not only feel but recognize that I'm doing something called "living." There was this context which kept sneaking up on me the whole trip but certainly heavy on Friday morning. I couldn't shake the thought that I was in my mid 20's and leaving on a plane to see the girl whom I've loved for five years now. It was adventurous and a welcome change.
The stay at the airport was typical. Sitting and waiting has never been my strong suit. I don't think anything which requires patience has ever been a good thing with me. Once I got on the plane though, things certainly became less boring. I was seated next to a young woman, probably my age, who was returning home from an interview with UAB. It was sort of nice to be able to talk to someone I felt was also partaking in an adventure. Once take off occurred and we got up to altitude... it was just amazing. I couldn't see an end to the clouds on either side of the plane. The sun was just rising and was primarily obstructed behind a cloud formation due east. The pink and purple colors bursting from the horizon on top of the endless hills of clouds was "majestic" as I put it. It didn't even seem like I was looking down at clouds. It honestly looked like a never ending field of rolling hills covered in a fine powder snow. It was just a beautiful way to start out the trip.
Truth be told, I don't know if I've ever landed in O'Hare before. I know I've flown out of O'Hare several times, but I think this was the first time I've ever arrived there. I was sort of frantic trying to hurry up and get to my baggage claim. I had tried to call Emily as soon as the plane landed but couldn't get anything besides voice mail. It was then I realized... I had no idea where I was going to or was supposed to meet her. I figured the first order of business was grabbing my bag and taking it from there. I don't remember what was said; I really cannot for the life of me recall. I don't even know in the moment if I really recognized the words spoken. All I recall was hearing a voice and turning to see what was going on. It was then I saw her and that enveloping smile. If I had to explain it, the only thing I could say would be this; my heart fluttered then stopped. Three years had been too long, and finally seeing her made me question why I never said anything before hand.
That first hug again was something I don't ever want to forget, let alone the first kiss and hearing her say she loved me as I stood before her. Even though it may not say too much considering it wasn't but a few days ago, I remember that embrace and moment vividly. I honestly hope it never leaves me. I feel stupid though. If you were to ask me... I doubt I could even recall what she was wearing. I couldn't take my eyes off her face long enough to notice lol. I remember it was sweater like? lol... I'm terrible at times. But again, to be fair, I was to busy paying attention to those eyes of hers and hanging off every time her lips moved. I really could stare at her for hours.
In fact, the more I write this the more I see how this is just going to boil down to me rambling about her lol. I doubt she'd mind that *laughs* Anyway...
We left the airport and had to stop by her place. The reason why I kept getting the voice mail and cause for panic was due to her forgetting her phone at home that morning. (AND my chocolate MILK which I never got) We ran back to her place and then stopped by a couple of places before getting breakfast at Denny's. I know it's simple of me, but getting to cuddle next to her and eat a meal... our first meal together... so nice... so fucking nice. We left Denny's and made our way out to James' apartment. We hung out there for a while before she had to head to work. It sucked to have to see her go that afternoon,especially since I just got her back near me, but it had to happen.
The day out with James was interesting. Neko came with us and I got to experience a few reasons why I don't want to live in Chicago. I got to experience getting gas in the city, looking for a gas station in the city, driving in the city, and the people of the city. If you've never had the pleasure... go do it. Go fucking do it right now. Nothing will make you remove all desire to live in a major city more than that. lol The trip to the museum was pretty freaking fun. I wish I HAD my camera to have taken more pictures that day. Turns out, my wonderful girlfriend, who knew where I was going, failed to think that such an item may have been a good idea. *glare then giggles* Well... oh well. I guess her and I will have to go together at some point to make up for it. James tried to get me to the signing with Guy Davis, but since we drove, it was just too much of a pain in the ass to try and park. I wish I could have met him, but there will be other chances I'm sure. Oh... about the museum, it turns out children are better at submarine simulators than James and I. We killed everyone. It happens.
The rest of the night was pretty standard behavior for James and I. We threw down on some Soul Calibur and goofed off. I remember falling asleep here and there waiting for Em to get off of work and to come over. When she did finally show up though.... heh heh... stuff. AND moving on!!
Saturday was a pretty snazy day. It was nice to get to see dad again. He's looking really good. I was surprised that his wife came with him, but I suppose it was ok. She seems to hate me less and less each time we see each other. Dad really seemed to take to Emily and I believe his statement later that day on the phone was "She seems like a real keeper; don't let go of this one." That one little statement really made my day. We also met up with Steve at one of the Acen staff meetings. He looks British. I'm not sure exactly how to clarify that. The guy just looks British. There was a highlight of making him seemingly uncomfortable, unfortunately I was just causing back pains instead as I latched on to him.
After the visit at the Acen meeting her and I went to the mall to meet up with Dave and his friend. They were both a couple of fun cats and the dinner was fantastic. God the food up there is good but expensive lol. We hung around them for a while and perused the mall briefly before heading back to James' apartment. This is another moment where I will skip over details... la la la la la
Sunday came way too fast. By this point I was so freaking tired. The church service was nice and fairly typical. Opinionated guy stands before masses and rambles out seemingly coherent things. I will say this... that church is up there with the one Cid took us too. It may be worse even. After church her and I went and had lunch just the two of us. We both knew what was coming but we tried not to pay attention to it. We just sat having a discussion about 90's cartoons causing the Emo teen movement... lol. After a small trip to the pet store we stopped back by her place where her mother and I had a brief conversation. What I can is this, I apparently have not lost my nack with the parental units.
The drive back to James' was an annoying one. Each passing event on Sunday kept banging away in my head with the constant realization that time was passing too quickly. We packed my stuff up and I said my goodbyes to James. He apparently felt the need to say his own special goodbye to Em. There is a blurry picture of me mounting him on his bed for one last hug. After that it was off to the movie. Now, at first, I didn't want to waste time seeing a movie. I wasn't going to be in town that long to begin with, but after she got Sunday off too, it seemed like the thing we had to do. I can't really say much about Where the Wild Things Are. Not because it was good or bad, but because I was paying too much attention to the beautiful girl snuggled up with me. It was a cute movie and one I'll probably always remember, but I was distracted.
The check in to the hotel for the night was pretty painless. That damn thing was soooo much nicer than the one I work at, which bothers me. Her and I spent the next 6ish hours just lounging around and enjoying each others company. We watched some tv and swapped some music off my external for her.... other stuff.
What sucked was about 2:30am Monday Oct 19th 2009. That fucking sucked. I didn't want to let her go. I would have gone to great lengths to not have to have done such a thing. I heard her start to cry and that was about it for me. I started to tear up and we had to fight to keep composure. That was probably one of the hardest things I've had to do in my entire life. Sadly, it's a moment I will have to relive several times in the next coming year.
O'Hare was a nightmare... it was O'Hare. had it not been for the conversation with James after she left the hotel, I probably would have passed out and not made it to the flight on time. In fact, I actually passed out in the terminal for about 45mins while waiting to board. I remember getting in my seat and being actually comfortable. I vaguely remember take off and then I was gone. I didn't even bat an eye until the captain came over the speakers and said we were on final approach. By the time I got home from school and fully settled in, I crashed harder than I've done in a long time. The only highlight was hearing her voice again when she called after getting off work that night. I almost cried instantly. It had already felt like a week since I had left, and I was missing her incessantly.
So yeah... that was the weekend. Documented for memory... or something. This is probably the one thing or time in my life I really could talk about for hours in detail but not here. I miss her. I miss her so freaking much. I'm very lucky to have her love; that thought will never leave me.
I'm not even really sure where to start. I suppose it is always reasonable to start at the beginning with such things.
Friday started out as a chilly morning and stayed that way. I don't know what the temp was down here nor up there, but I do recall it being certainly jacket weather. The dive to the airport was neat to say the least. There was this constant feeling of building excitement and anticipation. I remember getting a very comforting return upon me. Every now and then I have this mental notion which washes over me. The best way I can describe is it is to say that there are few moments in which I not only feel but recognize that I'm doing something called "living." There was this context which kept sneaking up on me the whole trip but certainly heavy on Friday morning. I couldn't shake the thought that I was in my mid 20's and leaving on a plane to see the girl whom I've loved for five years now. It was adventurous and a welcome change.
The stay at the airport was typical. Sitting and waiting has never been my strong suit. I don't think anything which requires patience has ever been a good thing with me. Once I got on the plane though, things certainly became less boring. I was seated next to a young woman, probably my age, who was returning home from an interview with UAB. It was sort of nice to be able to talk to someone I felt was also partaking in an adventure. Once take off occurred and we got up to altitude... it was just amazing. I couldn't see an end to the clouds on either side of the plane. The sun was just rising and was primarily obstructed behind a cloud formation due east. The pink and purple colors bursting from the horizon on top of the endless hills of clouds was "majestic" as I put it. It didn't even seem like I was looking down at clouds. It honestly looked like a never ending field of rolling hills covered in a fine powder snow. It was just a beautiful way to start out the trip.
Truth be told, I don't know if I've ever landed in O'Hare before. I know I've flown out of O'Hare several times, but I think this was the first time I've ever arrived there. I was sort of frantic trying to hurry up and get to my baggage claim. I had tried to call Emily as soon as the plane landed but couldn't get anything besides voice mail. It was then I realized... I had no idea where I was going to or was supposed to meet her. I figured the first order of business was grabbing my bag and taking it from there. I don't remember what was said; I really cannot for the life of me recall. I don't even know in the moment if I really recognized the words spoken. All I recall was hearing a voice and turning to see what was going on. It was then I saw her and that enveloping smile. If I had to explain it, the only thing I could say would be this; my heart fluttered then stopped. Three years had been too long, and finally seeing her made me question why I never said anything before hand.
That first hug again was something I don't ever want to forget, let alone the first kiss and hearing her say she loved me as I stood before her. Even though it may not say too much considering it wasn't but a few days ago, I remember that embrace and moment vividly. I honestly hope it never leaves me. I feel stupid though. If you were to ask me... I doubt I could even recall what she was wearing. I couldn't take my eyes off her face long enough to notice lol. I remember it was sweater like? lol... I'm terrible at times. But again, to be fair, I was to busy paying attention to those eyes of hers and hanging off every time her lips moved. I really could stare at her for hours.
In fact, the more I write this the more I see how this is just going to boil down to me rambling about her lol. I doubt she'd mind that *laughs* Anyway...
We left the airport and had to stop by her place. The reason why I kept getting the voice mail and cause for panic was due to her forgetting her phone at home that morning. (AND my chocolate MILK which I never got) We ran back to her place and then stopped by a couple of places before getting breakfast at Denny's. I know it's simple of me, but getting to cuddle next to her and eat a meal... our first meal together... so nice... so fucking nice. We left Denny's and made our way out to James' apartment. We hung out there for a while before she had to head to work. It sucked to have to see her go that afternoon,especially since I just got her back near me, but it had to happen.
The day out with James was interesting. Neko came with us and I got to experience a few reasons why I don't want to live in Chicago. I got to experience getting gas in the city, looking for a gas station in the city, driving in the city, and the people of the city. If you've never had the pleasure... go do it. Go fucking do it right now. Nothing will make you remove all desire to live in a major city more than that. lol The trip to the museum was pretty freaking fun. I wish I HAD my camera to have taken more pictures that day. Turns out, my wonderful girlfriend, who knew where I was going, failed to think that such an item may have been a good idea. *glare then giggles* Well... oh well. I guess her and I will have to go together at some point to make up for it. James tried to get me to the signing with Guy Davis, but since we drove, it was just too much of a pain in the ass to try and park. I wish I could have met him, but there will be other chances I'm sure. Oh... about the museum, it turns out children are better at submarine simulators than James and I. We killed everyone. It happens.
The rest of the night was pretty standard behavior for James and I. We threw down on some Soul Calibur and goofed off. I remember falling asleep here and there waiting for Em to get off of work and to come over. When she did finally show up though.... heh heh... stuff. AND moving on!!
Saturday was a pretty snazy day. It was nice to get to see dad again. He's looking really good. I was surprised that his wife came with him, but I suppose it was ok. She seems to hate me less and less each time we see each other. Dad really seemed to take to Emily and I believe his statement later that day on the phone was "She seems like a real keeper; don't let go of this one." That one little statement really made my day. We also met up with Steve at one of the Acen staff meetings. He looks British. I'm not sure exactly how to clarify that. The guy just looks British. There was a highlight of making him seemingly uncomfortable, unfortunately I was just causing back pains instead as I latched on to him.
After the visit at the Acen meeting her and I went to the mall to meet up with Dave and his friend. They were both a couple of fun cats and the dinner was fantastic. God the food up there is good but expensive lol. We hung around them for a while and perused the mall briefly before heading back to James' apartment. This is another moment where I will skip over details... la la la la la
Sunday came way too fast. By this point I was so freaking tired. The church service was nice and fairly typical. Opinionated guy stands before masses and rambles out seemingly coherent things. I will say this... that church is up there with the one Cid took us too. It may be worse even. After church her and I went and had lunch just the two of us. We both knew what was coming but we tried not to pay attention to it. We just sat having a discussion about 90's cartoons causing the Emo teen movement... lol. After a small trip to the pet store we stopped back by her place where her mother and I had a brief conversation. What I can is this, I apparently have not lost my nack with the parental units.
The drive back to James' was an annoying one. Each passing event on Sunday kept banging away in my head with the constant realization that time was passing too quickly. We packed my stuff up and I said my goodbyes to James. He apparently felt the need to say his own special goodbye to Em. There is a blurry picture of me mounting him on his bed for one last hug. After that it was off to the movie. Now, at first, I didn't want to waste time seeing a movie. I wasn't going to be in town that long to begin with, but after she got Sunday off too, it seemed like the thing we had to do. I can't really say much about Where the Wild Things Are. Not because it was good or bad, but because I was paying too much attention to the beautiful girl snuggled up with me. It was a cute movie and one I'll probably always remember, but I was distracted.
The check in to the hotel for the night was pretty painless. That damn thing was soooo much nicer than the one I work at, which bothers me. Her and I spent the next 6ish hours just lounging around and enjoying each others company. We watched some tv and swapped some music off my external for her.... other stuff.
What sucked was about 2:30am Monday Oct 19th 2009. That fucking sucked. I didn't want to let her go. I would have gone to great lengths to not have to have done such a thing. I heard her start to cry and that was about it for me. I started to tear up and we had to fight to keep composure. That was probably one of the hardest things I've had to do in my entire life. Sadly, it's a moment I will have to relive several times in the next coming year.
O'Hare was a nightmare... it was O'Hare. had it not been for the conversation with James after she left the hotel, I probably would have passed out and not made it to the flight on time. In fact, I actually passed out in the terminal for about 45mins while waiting to board. I remember getting in my seat and being actually comfortable. I vaguely remember take off and then I was gone. I didn't even bat an eye until the captain came over the speakers and said we were on final approach. By the time I got home from school and fully settled in, I crashed harder than I've done in a long time. The only highlight was hearing her voice again when she called after getting off work that night. I almost cried instantly. It had already felt like a week since I had left, and I was missing her incessantly.
So yeah... that was the weekend. Documented for memory... or something. This is probably the one thing or time in my life I really could talk about for hours in detail but not here. I miss her. I miss her so freaking much. I'm very lucky to have her love; that thought will never leave me.