the beginning of the end...which is really the beginning of the beginning
I'm spending my last night in the apartment, on the floor, in Sam's tank top, on her pillow, smelling like her shampoo. The only noteworthy objects in my bedroom are my bicycle and my bamboo plants. Brian is asleep in Lexington Park for the second-to-last time. My summer clothing is in NY, my winter clothing is in Chesapeake Beach, and my nostalgia is tearing me limb from limb. I feel...very sad.
On the other hand, the townhouse is beautiful. Everything is painted, and most things are put away. Brian will start hanging art while I'm gone, and I can organize the basement while he's gone. Sam saw the place tonight, and was really sweet about oohing and aahing as appropriate. Unfortunately, as we were moving the very last piece of furniture (HOORAY!!!!!), we found a BLACK WIDOW SPIDER (anti-hooray...) that had made his home right outside the sliding glass door to the basement. Instead of having a futon in the basement, I currently have what looks like an oversized park bench sitting in the front yard. I am hoping Brian and a big can of Raid can help to alleviate this issue. The spider definitely put a big damper on my night. Hopefully it doesn't give us nightmares.
In approximately 4 hours I will be showered and dressed (a relative term at this point), pawing through the townhouse to ensure that I didn't forget anything really important for NY. I will then go to breakfast with Brian and his parents, come back to the townhouse, hopefully watch the spider perish, and then sob into brian's arms for half an hour before he goes to work and I drive to NY for the summer. I am felling melancholy about the whole thing, and anxious, too. I am by no means complainaing about getting paid for a LI summer, but it's really hard to let go of something when it makes you happy.
I feel like a sullen teenager, whining about how alone I am without Brian, and how I don't feel complete when he's not here. :(
It's almost 2am, and I'm too tired to make sense anymore. Goodnight.
On the other hand, the townhouse is beautiful. Everything is painted, and most things are put away. Brian will start hanging art while I'm gone, and I can organize the basement while he's gone. Sam saw the place tonight, and was really sweet about oohing and aahing as appropriate. Unfortunately, as we were moving the very last piece of furniture (HOORAY!!!!!), we found a BLACK WIDOW SPIDER (anti-hooray...) that had made his home right outside the sliding glass door to the basement. Instead of having a futon in the basement, I currently have what looks like an oversized park bench sitting in the front yard. I am hoping Brian and a big can of Raid can help to alleviate this issue. The spider definitely put a big damper on my night. Hopefully it doesn't give us nightmares.
In approximately 4 hours I will be showered and dressed (a relative term at this point), pawing through the townhouse to ensure that I didn't forget anything really important for NY. I will then go to breakfast with Brian and his parents, come back to the townhouse, hopefully watch the spider perish, and then sob into brian's arms for half an hour before he goes to work and I drive to NY for the summer. I am felling melancholy about the whole thing, and anxious, too. I am by no means complainaing about getting paid for a LI summer, but it's really hard to let go of something when it makes you happy.
I feel like a sullen teenager, whining about how alone I am without Brian, and how I don't feel complete when he's not here. :(
It's almost 2am, and I'm too tired to make sense anymore. Goodnight.