Irony in a Night's Sleep

I got a terrible night's sleep last night!! I don't know if it was because I was sleeping at home or because Serge wasn't there or if it was because of the futon.

It was probably all of it.

We haven't made a wedding date yet, and we probably won't for a while, but just thinking about it makes me feel really happy. Our families got together for an amazing lunch and we all got along so well. My parents told me that they really support us and that they will be happy with whatever decisions we make. I'm using that positivity and channeling it towards everything else, even though my body really just wants to curl up and do nothing. I've found in the past that it never helps me in the end.

The airport people let us get through to security and stay with Serge before he got on the plane. I only teared up a little bit, and every time I felt like crying I just swallowed it and smiled. He looked really upset the whole time, even more so than I did, and I don't blame him. He's going to do some pretty tough shit. He was less cuddly his whole leave because of his nervousness, and I don't blame him.

I'm at work now waiting for some customers to come in (we have yet to have a single one!), which is the reason behind this long entry and the senseless chatter. My brain is scattered.

A Brighter Departure?

He's so cute when he's sleeping.

He's leaving today. 20 days flew by, which gives me hope for the future. I hope this summer flies by, along with this year. I hope I can be stronger than the other times and not part with him with a teary face. I'm tearing up right now so I doubt that will happen. I just have to stay positive. Last time I dropped him off at the airport I had a chocolate bar with me. It helped.

Back to my old way of summer -- gym, work, books, hopefully friends, family and laughter. Maybe I'll even throw in some time with my new Wii. Ya know, get it all settled and such.

His old futon is now in my room and my old bed is gone. Here's to a better night's sleep.