I feel like I am leading a dual life.
Perhaps that’s too dramatic (not that I am prone to dramatic statements).
What I mean to say is: I am in a long-distance relationship.
I’ve just returned from a weekend visiting Scott in Florida. It was a wonderful, simple, quiet weekend. The only downside was that I had to leave on Monday.
Scott surprised me with purple tulips which continue to make me smile as I think about them.
I sat in on one of Scott’s lectures.
and I marveled (once again) at the view from Scott’s office – I mean, really, this is January in Florida?
We worked at coffeeshops.
And ate dinner.
Followed by drinks and a crossword puzzle at the bar.
which I took especially seriously…
and Scott got tired of me taking photos (but still is cute even when grumpy).
There may have been several games of Agricola. I think we may be getting close to figuring out the proper strategies …
We even managed to catch a movie. We saw Black Swan, which on its own is no laughing matter. However, we went to a giant movie theater and did the whole she-bang: popcorn and sodas. Besides gauging our pocketbooks, we were astounded by the sizing of everything. What sort of logic makes 44 ounces a “medium” drink? I think we only made it through about an eighth of that popcorn. Talk about hilarious!
(The movie, by the way, was good. Intense, but good.)
And of course time spent around the house and in the kitchen -more on that later. As I said before, it was a simple, quiet weekend. Nothing spectacular, but spent with the one I love, so it was perfect.
And yet bittersweet because these are only glimpses in a life that might be.
A life that I so desperately want to have be more than just the occasional weekend.
Luckily we have the next weekend planned in less than a month.