Nov 13, 2007 20:25
I have a new job. It's like a skateboard shop, but we don't sell any skateboards.
I absolutely love it. I'm not quite at 40 hours yet, and I'd love to be working as much as possible, but hopefully as Christmas draws steadily closer I'll drag in the cash.
I love my boy more then ever. At New Years it will be seven years for us,
Seven. 7. That's a long time.
Wow.
Yes we've taken some breaks along the way.
I don't want to leave him.
I know I'm fully miserable when I don't have him around.
I can't imagine life without him, especially now.
Now that I've been lucky enough to have him in my bed every night.
He just got me Mini Eggs from the store.
I didn't ask for them.
That's love.
I miss my family, I miss my nephew.
He won't even know who I am when I come home at Christmas.
That's why the plan is to stay,
to move back to Toronto,
but now
Now I'm torn.
Incredibly torn.
He's singing in the kitchen right now,
he makes me supper every night.
I love this boy.