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travel thoughts
There are small handfuls of experiences that make me truly happy: lying on the couch with purring kitties, watching older couples square dance, enjoying conversation with small groups of friends while eating, plotting out my documentary film festival schedule, and spending time with Molly. (No, this isn't the entire list, just the ones that come to my mind at the moment)
It's always hard to end a vacation with Molly. I want her to live next door to me for the rest of my life. (I was shameless in trying to get her to buy the house next to mine.) We snark on life, eat ice cream, watch horrible movies, and obsess over how often the word "apparently" comes up in everyday conversation. (Seriously. Start counting. There's an epidemic of "apparently.")
So I'm in post-Molly slump, wanting to drive back up to her house, sit on the couch with some ice cream and a diet coke, and watch a movie. Or sit at the dining table with ice cream and a diet coke, and play a game. (Instead, I _need_ to read more of a big work document, and prepare myself for a really important day tomorrow.)
It's hard to leave, because it may be another year (literally, since I saw her last March) before we're together again. It may be never, which her blod clot completely freaked me out. Part of my resolving is to spend much more time with people who bring out the best in me, and Molly is one of the people who do that.
It's always hard to end a vacation with Molly. I want her to live next door to me for the rest of my life. (I was shameless in trying to get her to buy the house next to mine.) We snark on life, eat ice cream, watch horrible movies, and obsess over how often the word "apparently" comes up in everyday conversation. (Seriously. Start counting. There's an epidemic of "apparently.")
So I'm in post-Molly slump, wanting to drive back up to her house, sit on the couch with some ice cream and a diet coke, and watch a movie. Or sit at the dining table with ice cream and a diet coke, and play a game. (Instead, I _need_ to read more of a big work document, and prepare myself for a really important day tomorrow.)
It's hard to leave, because it may be another year (literally, since I saw her last March) before we're together again. It may be never, which her blod clot completely freaked me out. Part of my resolving is to spend much more time with people who bring out the best in me, and Molly is one of the people who do that.