It's true that time passes slower when you're constantly keeping track of time. At least it was in my case.
My beloved left on Friday, a week ago, on a road trip to California with his buddies. I was invited, but alas, the realities of this adult world I'm in forbade me to fulfill the one dream I've always had - travelling. So we said our goodbyes, me ending up in tears for different reasons combined.
From having spent almost everyday with him for the past few months before the trip, to not being able to physically see or feel his embrace, was quite the challenge.
I thought I'd be okay without him, in my mind I made plans for how I'm going to live out the coming two weeks. Little did I know that absence would make my heart grow fonder. I missed him so. I found myself constantly looking at my phone, just in case he sent me a message on Whatsapp. And each time he did, it made me the happiest girl, both to know that he's safe and sound, and simply to speak to him.
Yesterday, he told me that they are cutting short the trip. He's on the journey home, and my anxious little heart can only look forward to Tuesday - the day he's suppose to arrive home.
To all whom have long distance relationships, I can only imagine how strong your heart must be. I doubt mine can ever be that strong, and hopefully it doesn't come upon a time where it have to be.
Going back to 707, the place where I lived for five and a half years, made me shed tears. There, I grew from a teenager to an adult, went through university and some life woes, but at the same time created many happy memories with my brothers and friends. It was sad to see it so empty, so different. The move brings much excitement, alongside a sentimental heart. Together we get to create a new living space, and we get the chance to do up our own room. Surely that's exciting after years of living in the same room. I went to IKEA last week with my beloved to get a new dresser. Fixing it up with my brother is not as easy as what IKEA led us to believe initially. We did it anyhow, after hours of labour. More excitement comes in the form of being right in the core of downtown Toronto, where we are within walking distance to almost everything you need. I went for a little run from the new place down to Queens Quay, where I jogged along Lakeshore this past Saturday. I must say, it was lovely running along Lakeshore in the sun, and this makes me anxious for the summer months even more!
So that's the new place, and it shall bring new beginnings.