It’s a little weird to leave for the holidays this year. In addition to having an amazing group of friends in my city, I had the realization sitting in the airport that no matter where I am, I’m always stuck missing one partner or the other.
Fuck.
long distance
I’m coming back in twelve days, so I shouldn’t be such a big baby about this.
Sir’s in the shower right now, getting ready for work. I’m eating breakfast before I have to go catch my flight.
It always happens that just as we are falling into a routine, one of us has to go. It’s a little tiring. I’m so excited that the next few times I see him, it will be for three weeks and then for the better part of a summer.
But, the time in between is always so rough.
In a few hours, Sir’s going to be picking me up at the airport.
I’m probably not going to be able to help myself.
Over the holidays, I’m staying with Sir for three weeks straight.
Seriously. I’m too excited for words.
I’m not going to lie. Halloween was a whole lot of fun, but it was really hard without him.
It’s our first Halloween apart. I know it sounds minor and silly, but Halloween is kind of our holiday. Last year, he came out and saw me. The year before, it was the first time we made ourselves public within our group of friends.
Previously, we had been sort of doing the whole secret play partners on the down-low thing. But stuff was really starting to grow between us and we’d been drinking, so we started rather blatantly making out. And so everyone was kind of like well okay I guess that’s a thing that’s been happening.
He went home with me that night and I remember waking up beside him and looking over and thinking, “shit, I’m developing serious feelings for this person.”
So, it was hard to have this one without him. I really hope it’s the last one.
Just dropped Sir off for that obscenely early flight he always takes out of here when he visits. I’m walking home and I can’t wait to get some sleep.
I’ll see him for Thanksgiving at his place in sixish weeks. Until then, sigh.
Sir is coming in less than a week!
It’s just for a few days, but I can’t be picky.
I’m so excited.
This is the stuff I miss the most.
After an amazing month home, I have to go back to my new little neck of the woods. I’ve got to get back to my job (I was fortunate enough to be able to take this long off because we keep our doors closed for May) and I’ve got to start getting ready for all the craziness of the fall (teaching, doing my master’s thesis, eeek).
I’m a little anxious because, in addition to the craziness that awaits me, I’m not sure the next time I’ll be back around to see my family or friends or Sir or this new guy. I’m not even 100% sure if Sir will end up having to relocate for work.
So you can expect some cathartic porn reblogging and intentional dirty distractions for the next few days, I suppose.