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So today was the day Jeremy left for Ann Arbor.
Where he'll leave for Detroit in a few days.
Where he'll leave for Amsterdam.
Where he'll leave for (insert random city in India that I forget its name).
Where he'll leave for Pune.
And meet up with his new adorable pet monkey. ^.~
I was good, I didn't cry, though I really felt like it.
Instead I washed the iron pieces that sit over the burners on the stove.
Now I've cleaned out my Inbox. And my Anime box, and that took effort.
...
Vanya is bouncing between my lap and the open drawers he likes to sit in..
And I just shut him out of the room for awhile, because he tried to jump up on top of my dresser, where I have all kinds of fragile, breakable stuff, and also the flowers that Jeremy bought for me yesterday when I helped him take the recycling to the 55th St. Co-op.
I really like those flowers. They're just roses, but they're white with red edges on the petals. It looks like they're blushing.
Like Jeremy.
He's always blushing. <3
Vanya crept back into the room, looking meek and mewling softly like he was sorry. I've let him back up on the chair to sit with me.
I'm sort of intimidated about the idea of sleeping in my own bed tonight.
It looks so....
big
It's not big, space-wise, it's just like a... twin? I forget the stupid order of the names, it's a one-person bed.
But it's a desolate wasteland, mentally....
it doesn't smell like Jeremy's bed... the pillows and everything are different, but they still seem foreign.. eventhough they're all my linens.
and it's in this big, empty apartment. that's the other thing I don't like...
I wish my roomies would hurry up and get here!
Where he'll leave for Detroit in a few days.
Where he'll leave for Amsterdam.
Where he'll leave for (insert random city in India that I forget its name).
Where he'll leave for Pune.
And meet up with his new adorable pet monkey. ^.~
I was good, I didn't cry, though I really felt like it.
Instead I washed the iron pieces that sit over the burners on the stove.
Now I've cleaned out my Inbox. And my Anime box, and that took effort.
...
Vanya is bouncing between my lap and the open drawers he likes to sit in..
And I just shut him out of the room for awhile, because he tried to jump up on top of my dresser, where I have all kinds of fragile, breakable stuff, and also the flowers that Jeremy bought for me yesterday when I helped him take the recycling to the 55th St. Co-op.
I really like those flowers. They're just roses, but they're white with red edges on the petals. It looks like they're blushing.
Like Jeremy.
He's always blushing. <3
Vanya crept back into the room, looking meek and mewling softly like he was sorry. I've let him back up on the chair to sit with me.
I'm sort of intimidated about the idea of sleeping in my own bed tonight.
It looks so....
big
It's not big, space-wise, it's just like a... twin? I forget the stupid order of the names, it's a one-person bed.
But it's a desolate wasteland, mentally....
it doesn't smell like Jeremy's bed... the pillows and everything are different, but they still seem foreign.. eventhough they're all my linens.
and it's in this big, empty apartment. that's the other thing I don't like...
I wish my roomies would hurry up and get here!
