Coming home
3.5.09
My guy is coming home this weekend. We’ve had two e-mail conversations trying to figure out when exactly, and I still don’t understand the specifics — we have these comedy-of-errors swaps of miscommunication from time to time — but we’ll get it figured out.
Sean is giving his roommate some privacy while his girlfriend visits, and he’ll go to see Claire’s play with us. I think he’ll also need some serious sleep; he said he has a paper due, a midterm, and a “very, very hard” piano test — all tomorrow.
I just know that I’ll be so glad to see him. The other day I realized that my life has offered me some empty spots recently, and now I have the wonderful opportunity to decide what I want to delete from, keep, and add to my life and schedule in order to fill them again.
In the meantime, though, while I wrestle with the “what’s next?” question, it will be wonderful to have Sean home. I seem to need him right now.
Sean is giving his roommate some privacy while his girlfriend visits, and he’ll go to see Claire’s play with us. I think he’ll also need some serious sleep; he said he has a paper due, a midterm, and a “very, very hard” piano test — all tomorrow.
I just know that I’ll be so glad to see him. The other day I realized that my life has offered me some empty spots recently, and now I have the wonderful opportunity to decide what I want to delete from, keep, and add to my life and schedule in order to fill them again.
In the meantime, though, while I wrestle with the “what’s next?” question, it will be wonderful to have Sean home. I seem to need him right now.
