So yesterday after work, I was able to have Amy help me with a Craigslist item. I am now the proud owner of a LoveSac Supersac. Be jealous- it’s bigger than your small car.
I’ve been working a wonky full time schedule lately. Ups and downs, but bearing it. I was up in NYC but didn’t get to meet up with Adrian due to location and our circumstances; I’m working on going back up some time so we can hang for real. I haven’t seen him in over a year! Last time was actually back in London. Wow.
On a second note, I have not heard back from Matt which I’m really bummed about. We used to be pretty close and he said he’d let me know when he was back and nothing yet. He’s working too, but who knows.
On the up hand. Despite the stupid drama I made for myself at home, I had the best moment at work. I had sent Dave an email about something I found a little bit ago, and we haven’t spoken in just over 2 weeks (new record on top of breaking our 4 month trend this month). I know he’s crazy busy doing boards and such so I try not to bother him. At lunch I checked my email. Dave. He replied to what I had sent and then added at the end,
Miss you
Ok, so I know that doesn’t seem like much. Two words, and it’s not even like it’s the first time saying I love you or anything, but for me (us), this is huge. For the type of relationship we have, I see him 3 times a year (if I’m lucky, 4) and we “talk” (which is more either one email and reply or a literal couple of texts) every 2 weeks. That’s not a whole lot, but to miss something there- that’s monumental. Plus, for the first time in my life, I feel special.
But those are the key words here. He added a line after which would translate as “I hope you’re doing well” to any other couple, but you know how we nerds love to play with words. I thought it was particularly cute. I’d post the whole email here but I kind of want to keep it to myself right now. I could not stop smiling at lunch though, and I keep smiling now as I think about it. The weirdest thing though, as I’m laying here in bed writing this, I can smell his cologne.
I can’t decide if I’m supposed to be a trooper and wait out until June when he comes back or see if a visit is welcome when I’m out in Pitt. Not sure which is more endearing since I know he has things to do- but I can’t tell if
At the end of the day, I am the happiest girl in the world.
