So it started today. Sean and I will no longer be living together for the next year and a half. I’m here at my parents’ house and he’s at his dad’s. Right now knowing that he and I are 40 minutes apart hurts. Although that could be the thought of him being a plane ride away in a matter of months is the next step is rolling around my brain. I’m not scared we wont’t make it, I’m just sad he’s not here. And if that makes me a spoiled baby I don’t care. I know that what he’s doing is going to be so awesome for us in the future, financially and so many other ways, but it doesn’t stop me from being sad now.
This is so silly. I shouldn’t even be upset. Okay. These are the last few tears, and this this is me putting on my resolve face. The next 18 months are going to fly by. And I get to go to Vegas a lot during the 18 months. This will be fun.
I’m really hoping.
