As if the bouncy, bubbling, ecstatic feelings I was overflowing with yesterday weren't enough, today I found out that Mr. Wonderful is coming home on Saturday. We thought he might not get let go until Monday, so this is a huge treat.
Now that I know when he's returning, the last two and a half weeks don't seem nearly as torturous as they were. Yesterday, I would've told you it felt like he'd been gone six weeks. But today? Merely ten days, maybe eleven.
In the time that he's been gone, I've learned how to use Skype. I've learned that sometimes being in other people's company just makes you miss the company of the person who's away even more. I've relearned that I can get a lot of chores and hobby work done on the weekends when no one else is around. I've learned that I would probably be a crazier lady sans-cats than I am with cats. I've learned that I can cook chicken on the bone. I've learned how to use my new DVR. I've learned that sometimes it feels good to sleep on the other side of the bed. And I've learned that the year I had sketched out in my head will probably be nothing like the one that actually takes place in '09.
I have no idea what to expect over the next few months and that terrifies and excites me all in the same. What I do know is that I will be traveling to Greece and Italy in 9 days. I will likely be taking a trip to London—possibly with a visit to the wine country of France—in April. I may be meeting Mr. W in Florida in June. And in July, I will hopefully be taking a huge leap and going to live with him in London.
I can't even fully comprehend that last part yet. Living abroad. Living with Mr. W. Getting to travel around Europe on the weekends. It's just too good. So good that I can't indulge the thoughts too much because you never know what will happen tomorrow...