Trans-Atlantic Romance
Sunday, February 8
Monday, August 4
3 days.
In three days at this time I will be in my car on the way to Pittsburgh International Airport, preparing to pick up the love of my life.
3 days. 73 hours, to be exact.
And then everything... Becomes so much better.
In three days at this time I will be in my car on the way to Pittsburgh International Airport, preparing to pick up the love of my life.
3 days. 73 hours, to be exact.
And then everything... Becomes so much better.
Thursday, June 19
So, this is random and all, but today is our 17-month anniversary. That doesn't mean much, I suppose, but it does mean that next month is a year and a half.
That's a pretty long time to be in a long distance relationship.
Worth it tho.
That's a pretty long time to be in a long distance relationship.
Worth it tho.
Tuesday, June 10
So, did we mention, we think Andy's going to move to Canada. I suppose I should let him explain that, so, I guess I will.
I'm trying to get his version of our first date out of him but I swear it's like pulling teeth. But it's okay--he's busy with the Canada thing (at least, that's what he keeps telling me).
He's also coming back in August to go to Ben's wedding with me.
I'm sad without him, of course. I miss being with him, I miss waking up with him, I miss playing computer games with him, and all of that, but only two more months until I can see him again. It's not easy, of course, but I think we're both kinda used to it.
Ciao for now.
I'm trying to get his version of our first date out of him but I swear it's like pulling teeth. But it's okay--he's busy with the Canada thing (at least, that's what he keeps telling me).
He's also coming back in August to go to Ben's wedding with me.
I'm sad without him, of course. I miss being with him, I miss waking up with him, I miss playing computer games with him, and all of that, but only two more months until I can see him again. It's not easy, of course, but I think we're both kinda used to it.
Ciao for now.
Tuesday, June 3
Wednesday, May 21
So I'm here in London. It's a bit overcast and chilly, but I wouldn't expect anything else.
So my mom took me to the airport to drop me off. She cried of course, just like my father did. I don't understand it--it's safer to fly than it is to drive a car, but they don't weep every time I get into that death trap they call a vehicle. Anyhow. So she cried and I got through the security lines super-fast--by the time I got to the gate the flight before mine hadn't even boarded yet. I just sat there and played with my Game Boy Advance and tried to look non-chalant. So I finally got to board the plane to Chicago and I ended up sitting next to a drunk guy who kept alternating between staring at my chest and sleeping. Yuk. I hauled ass to my new gate once I got to O'Hare. The flight was actually quite nice, except for the delay this guy caused (he freaked out and had to leave, so his luggage had to be taken off of the plane too). The food was good and I sat next to this nice English couple. The woman was like an English version of my paternal grandmother. Very cool. We talked a lot of crap about stuff and the flight went by pretty fast.
So I got into Heathrow and went through passport control, then got my luggage. Out the gate I went, and there he was--a head taller than everyone else, as usual, with a big smile on his face and a bunch of yellow roses (yellow is my favourite colour for flowers). We sat down in a food court and I showed him the ad from the Post-Gazette, the package my dad made him, my new game boy, etc. We held hands and stared at each other and grinned and kissed and it was the best thing in the world. It really was. So we decided to make a move and we rode the tube back here, where Grand Theft Auto: Vice City was waiting for us. He had the cutest thing ever--a little set-up of more yellow flowers centered in this chess set I bought him for Christmas. We had lunch, then napped, then woke up and - ahem - got to know each other a little more intimately, all over again.
It's been beautiful so far. I can't believe I'm back here in London. Right now he's at work, and I already can't wait for him to come home again.
So my mom took me to the airport to drop me off. She cried of course, just like my father did. I don't understand it--it's safer to fly than it is to drive a car, but they don't weep every time I get into that death trap they call a vehicle. Anyhow. So she cried and I got through the security lines super-fast--by the time I got to the gate the flight before mine hadn't even boarded yet. I just sat there and played with my Game Boy Advance and tried to look non-chalant. So I finally got to board the plane to Chicago and I ended up sitting next to a drunk guy who kept alternating between staring at my chest and sleeping. Yuk. I hauled ass to my new gate once I got to O'Hare. The flight was actually quite nice, except for the delay this guy caused (he freaked out and had to leave, so his luggage had to be taken off of the plane too). The food was good and I sat next to this nice English couple. The woman was like an English version of my paternal grandmother. Very cool. We talked a lot of crap about stuff and the flight went by pretty fast.
So I got into Heathrow and went through passport control, then got my luggage. Out the gate I went, and there he was--a head taller than everyone else, as usual, with a big smile on his face and a bunch of yellow roses (yellow is my favourite colour for flowers). We sat down in a food court and I showed him the ad from the Post-Gazette, the package my dad made him, my new game boy, etc. We held hands and stared at each other and grinned and kissed and it was the best thing in the world. It really was. So we decided to make a move and we rode the tube back here, where Grand Theft Auto: Vice City was waiting for us. He had the cutest thing ever--a little set-up of more yellow flowers centered in this chess set I bought him for Christmas. We had lunch, then napped, then woke up and - ahem - got to know each other a little more intimately, all over again.
It's been beautiful so far. I can't believe I'm back here in London. Right now he's at work, and I already can't wait for him to come home again.
Wednesday, May 14
