Home, Sweet (?), Home
Okay. Sorry for the huge hiatus. I came home. To the USA. And have been fighting the cold of a lifetime for the last 5 days.
Home. What is home? Is it the place where “your rump rests”? Or is it the place where all your stuff is? Or is it the place where you feel most comfortable because all of your loved ones are there too? I am wondering about this one. My stuff is all here at Mom’s house, and so are mom and sister, but Kurt is not. He is my home. Not that mom and sis aren’t, but he is my home. My home. We have lived together with little problems for 8 months. Now I am home and won’t see him until he comes back to the US at the end of July. How does one do this? I marveled at my friends in my ITC class in Spain who left long-term boyfriends at home. I left the country BECAUSE I didn’t have someone at home, someone like Kurt. But now, I am in their same position. Gripe, gripe, whine, whine. I used to cringe at girls who couldn’t live without their boyfriends for short times, and practically barf when they had to talk to those boyfriends 83 times a day. But now I am sorta one of those girls. Kurt and I were together in Spain, almost every day, if not every day. Then I moved to Colorado and we lived together for 3 and a half months. Then we went to Costa Rica and lived together for 4 months. And now I can’t see him or talk to him for almost 3 months. Talk about one extreme to the other. This is a good time for us to live separately as a couple (if that makes sense) and to get our lives and goals accomplished but still have the other in our hearts.
I know it is for an ultimate goal (story of our lives), but it doesn’t take away the heart-pulling. The constant wondering about him. The missing. The worst part is going to bed at night and waking up in the morning. Alone. It sucks. I am here. He is there.
I hope I made the right decision to come home. And I truly hope that the adage “absence makes the heart grow fonder” proves true.
So far, it is truer than I ever imagined.
To view our river rafting photos:
http://www1.snapfish.com/share/p=792121147462677561/l=97218650/g=32099010/otsc=SYE/otsi=SALB
Home. What is home? Is it the place where “your rump rests”? Or is it the place where all your stuff is? Or is it the place where you feel most comfortable because all of your loved ones are there too? I am wondering about this one. My stuff is all here at Mom’s house, and so are mom and sister, but Kurt is not. He is my home. Not that mom and sis aren’t, but he is my home. My home. We have lived together with little problems for 8 months. Now I am home and won’t see him until he comes back to the US at the end of July. How does one do this? I marveled at my friends in my ITC class in Spain who left long-term boyfriends at home. I left the country BECAUSE I didn’t have someone at home, someone like Kurt. But now, I am in their same position. Gripe, gripe, whine, whine. I used to cringe at girls who couldn’t live without their boyfriends for short times, and practically barf when they had to talk to those boyfriends 83 times a day. But now I am sorta one of those girls. Kurt and I were together in Spain, almost every day, if not every day. Then I moved to Colorado and we lived together for 3 and a half months. Then we went to Costa Rica and lived together for 4 months. And now I can’t see him or talk to him for almost 3 months. Talk about one extreme to the other. This is a good time for us to live separately as a couple (if that makes sense) and to get our lives and goals accomplished but still have the other in our hearts.
I know it is for an ultimate goal (story of our lives), but it doesn’t take away the heart-pulling. The constant wondering about him. The missing. The worst part is going to bed at night and waking up in the morning. Alone. It sucks. I am here. He is there.
I hope I made the right decision to come home. And I truly hope that the adage “absence makes the heart grow fonder” proves true.
So far, it is truer than I ever imagined.
To view our river rafting photos:
http://www1.snapfish.com/share/p=792121147462677561/l=97218650/g=32099010/otsc=SYE/otsi=SALB
posted by Bridget | 5/12/2006 01:52:00 PM
1 Comments:
Absence truly does make the heart grow fonder. And absynthe truly does make the Kurt grow drunker.
I miss you too monkey. I dont know what home is, but i know an eel that does. He knows that the cave is home. And he likes to wiggle there.
Ewww.... gross.
Eels. Caves. Wiggles. Yuck!!!
I can´t believe you taught me all that nasty stuff.
Well, hopefully this will be a quick few months. And get better soon. I want you to be the hottest girl in Vegas, and that won´t work if you are sickly.
love ya, kurt
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