Today I’m packing all my stuff for my big move on Friday to Kansas (so no posting). The battery is also dead in my car (just in the nick of time, eh?), so I have to traipse down to the mechanic, get a new one, and replace it all by my growed up self.
I’m very excited about the move. After two years of long-distance with Michaelyn, seeing each other only intermittently and watching the seconds tick down before I have to fly back home again, it will be nice to never have to do that again. From now on we’ll still treat every cuddle as if it were our last, but with the promise of more in the morning.
And you wouldn’t think that leaving Columbus, as nice a town as it is, would make me think twice. When I’m making public appearances I’m a very social person, but in my normal life I’m a bit of a hermit. I don’t think I’ve filled my car with gas on account of local driving in months. I like my room, my space, and I don’t really hang out with people. It’s not that I don’t like people, it’s just that I like a lot of me time.
So why am I having thoughts of missing Columbus? I’m not really sure. I know I’ll miss Cambridge a ton. Maybe it’s the thought of having friends there should I ever need them. It’s hard to find someone more reliable and caring than Lyz Liddell, and she’s just down the street. I think I’m going to miss just knowing I can go see Jessica Kirsner, Lyz Liddell, Amanda Metskas, Bryan Sisto, and the other remaining friends I have from my time with the SSA if I wanted to. And maybe I’m regretting not spending more time with them.
I’m not sure, but it’s what’s going on in my head. Ah well. Best to focus on building a new life with the woman I love. I can’t wait.