When I had roommates, an evening with the apartment to myself was almost unheard of, and always cherished. Turns out being alone is overrated. Ben and I spend plenty of time apart. Everyday we’re apart for work or school, about a weekend a month one of us is off galavanting for a wedding, a school trip, or a family visit.
Confession: I was excited for these two weeks by myself in the apartment before Cincinnati. I’d have time to see all the people I wanted – tie up loose ends, you know?
Well, after a week by myself I am attempting to figure how fast I can clean this apartment after the movers come to pass checkouts. Anyone in Provo who wants to help, I’ll buy you icecream 😛
Oh and Ben started his new job in Cincy – and he loves it. And I love that he loves it. And wish that I could be there when he got home from work his first week.
I also wish that all my professors took after the one who cancelled our final exam.
But, as much as I dislike being away from Ben for long periods of time, its almost worth it just to get to see him for the first time in a long while. That rush when he kissed me those first few weeks of dating comes right back, and the little things become exciting again. I remember when a successful Friday night was an 1:3 ratio of rock climbing to kissing. Good times 😉
P.S. Did you enter yesterday’s giveaway? Its my favorite yet.