So I’ve been back “home” now for a little over four weeks; the thing is now my home feels like England and I miss it so much. I miss being with my man; I miss all the little couply things: cooking, cuddling, going for drives, even grocery shopping together. I miss coming home to our own, cozy little place. There aren’t words describe just how badly I want to be there right now.
I was just looking through some of our old Facebook messages. I can’t believe how quickly and easily we fell into this 3,000-mile relationship. Half jokingly after a week of chatting online and a couple Skype’s I’d said, “How about you come here this summer and I come there next summer!” And he said, “okay can you look up flights?” Just. Like. That. How crazy is that? But I’m so happy he came. Here I am two years later preparing to move to another country for love.
I found another of our chats that made me laugh. Oh how little we knew about each-other’s countries! I feel like we’ve come so far. I can’t believe there was ever a time I didn’t have a clue about England. The exchange went like this:
Me: What time is it there?
Me: What! lol so you’ll be 5 hours ahead from now on? 😦
Him: Until your clocks change, ours went forward 1hr today 😦
Me: Ours went forward a couple weeks back…
Him: This sux
Oh how I miss him. Would give anything to just be there with him right now. On the plus side I find out at the end of this week (I hope!) if my visa went through. I am assuming that it will, so I hope I’m right.
My baby sent me a photo today while he was out bike-riding in the sunshine and I’m cooped up in the house under a blanket cause it’s like minus 30 outside. I’m so jealous! I’m going to a movie after work though so I can drown my sorrows in popcorn. When will you get to see your S.O. next?