I move from Boston to California in late June. My boyfriend and I were planning on breaking it off when I left and seeing where we stood at Christmas. Yeah, that lasted until I got to about Hartford. We’ve been doing the long distance thing since then. I went back east last week and it was glorious, but it made me miss him even more. He’s been planning on moving out here for some time, but yesterday he gave notice at work and today he bought a plane ticket. In three weeks, he’ll be here. I can’t wait. I’m giddy. I don’t get giddy.
I know it’s probably mundane and pointless to the rest of the world, but I’m on cloud nine. Although I have to clean my closet so he can have some space …
I keep telling myself it’s not the heat, it’s the humidity. Which it kind of is. And I kept telling myself that fall will be better. Cooler temperatures, rain, start of school, my boyfriend … it’s almost fall, isn’t it?
Clearly he’s running from Boston for the glories of Davis. Hell, living in Davis makes me nostalgic for Lowell, MA, which is a sad state indeed. I used to think I couldn’t be out of there fast enough. Ah well.
