One night down, 30ish to go.
Actually, it was nice because I kept the curtains open for light, and he hates that ... so we always close them. I, on the other hand, love waking up to daylight. Waking up to darkness makes me more tired.
He called me from LA yesterday after finding his ghetto apartment in that ghetto part of town. Wow. At least he has a bed ... we weren't sure there'd be any furniture. He'd taken an entire suitcase of bedding, a pot and pan, and a pillow, just in case it was completely empty. Also, his roommate is a guy, so that's more good news. For a little while we weren't sure he would be.
I sure miss him already. He's my favorite friend, and it's lonely without him here. I cried all the way back from the airport yesterday morning, then every time anyone asked me if he was gone. I blame pregnancy hormones for the tears ... though the thought of being without him for SO long is rather heartbreaking to me. Chiara was confused when he wasn't home this morning when she woke up. Poor thing. She loves her daddy.
That's why we're going to visit my family in Utah and California. So we don't have to be alone.
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