Just in case you were wondering, I made it safely back to Brisbane. Our cats & dog seem to be suffering from separation anxiety - they haven't left my side since I walked back through the door. I feel a little bit like Dorothy, when she wakes up at the end of The Wizard of Oz. It seems like Clermont was a wonderful dream, and now I'm back to boring old reality. At least I know I only have eight weeks of it left. The hardest part is going to be spending eight weeks away from this guy.
How freakishly similar are we posing in these two photos? I never even noticed. Anyway, this is going to be the longest that The Boyfriend and I have been apart since we started dating four and a half years ago. I have to admit that I may have shed a few tears when I got on the plane tonight. I feel bad for being such a sook, since I know that friends of ours have spent years apart while they have been dating, but at the moment eight weeks seems a bit like forever.I promise I'll be less of a sook tomorrow. Maybe.
Until next time, xo.
P.S. I was feeling awfully down when I got home, until I found a mysterious package on my front step. It was from Sarah of Misfits Vintage! I'd completely forgotten that I won her last giveaway until I opened the package. Cutest tapestry bag you have ever seen, amongst other awesome things. Instant mood-improver!
No comments:
Post a Comment