Weekend Update
In typical fashion of Lizzy's life, really crappy stuff happened, but in a way that is a lot better than it could have been. Case in point: my car broke down as I was driving down to Jason's on Saturday. The good news is, the alternator died half a mile from Jason's apartment, so I was able to essentially coast the rest of the way.
Jason, being amazing enough to realize that after my hell-week having this drop on me was almost enough to make me crack, took charge and got me to call AAA and have them tow the car to a repair shop. So I'm in Raleigh with Tarball Caboose curled up in my lap, purring happily through his nap. The shop called me this morning and said they were going to take a look at it and call me back by noon. . . I just hope that they're going to have the part on hand and be able to get whatever is wrong with it fixed by 2, because I have class tonight at 7 and attendance is mandatory. If the shop *can't* have it fixed by then, I'm going to have to rent a car and drive it back, which brings up a whole new set of fun.
So... yeah. Frustrating. But this weekend with my boy and our kitty was really what I needed. I feel recharged.
Jason leaves Friday to go back to Illinois, and next Wednesday I'm flying up to meet him. This is going to be the longest we've gone without seeing each other. I'm kinda dreading it. =/ Is it weird for a person to feel like home? We've been together 2 months, as of today. A lot of my initial butterflies are gone, though there are still definitely times where I kind of do a double-take and have to remember "Wait, you mean this really cute wonderful guy is actually interested in me?" But most of the time... being around him just feels like, well, it feels right. It feels like how it's supposed to feel.
Jason, being amazing enough to realize that after my hell-week having this drop on me was almost enough to make me crack, took charge and got me to call AAA and have them tow the car to a repair shop. So I'm in Raleigh with Tarball Caboose curled up in my lap, purring happily through his nap. The shop called me this morning and said they were going to take a look at it and call me back by noon. . . I just hope that they're going to have the part on hand and be able to get whatever is wrong with it fixed by 2, because I have class tonight at 7 and attendance is mandatory. If the shop *can't* have it fixed by then, I'm going to have to rent a car and drive it back, which brings up a whole new set of fun.
So... yeah. Frustrating. But this weekend with my boy and our kitty was really what I needed. I feel recharged.
Jason leaves Friday to go back to Illinois, and next Wednesday I'm flying up to meet him. This is going to be the longest we've gone without seeing each other. I'm kinda dreading it. =/ Is it weird for a person to feel like home? We've been together 2 months, as of today. A lot of my initial butterflies are gone, though there are still definitely times where I kind of do a double-take and have to remember "Wait, you mean this really cute wonderful guy is actually interested in me?" But most of the time... being around him just feels like, well, it feels right. It feels like how it's supposed to feel.