Namaste blah-g family
10 more sleeps. Now that I can officially count on my fingers, my mood has improved, drastically.
Since the day we met, the luthier and I have each swished around the world for various causes. I can’t say how excited I am that we will be somewhere together; which also happens to be his local stomping ground.
It occurred to me yesterday that the two of us have communicated every day since we met. Regardless of continent or timezone. We talked about this over Skype yesterday, somewhere around 2am Rome time.
The last few weeks have included some of the longest, oddest, most painful days I have endured. I’m certain not a person in my local soul circle wants to hear another word about me missing my boyfriend.
It’s cool though, he and I always take time to whinge about it to each other at some point of the day. For most of the day, I reckon.
I’ve never missed anyone in such a way, truth be told.
My plan to blah-g every day during his absence didn’t work. Some days I was just too much of a cranky bitch to share my feelings. Other days I was entranced in our secrets.
I guess I lost track of time, which is awesome. Because now I can count down on my fingers.
10… 9… 8… 7…