Homecoming
It's amazing how quickly things return to normal. As I write this, Greg is downstairs playing his new video game on my PS2. We drove back from his hometown this afternoon, unpacked some of his things, I gave him his gifts, and we went grocery shopping.
I spent Saturday night with his parents, who are delightful people. I was expecting to be nervous and a little uncomfortable spending a whole evening with them without Greg acting as a reassuring buffer, just as I expected to be nervous talking to them on the phone (me not being a phone person), but I wasn't at all nervous with either. Something about them puts me at ease, and I find it easy to converse and smile and laugh. It was a pleasant evening.
I woke up at 5am on Sunday, and tossed and turned and dozed until 7:00, when I got up and showered. I wandered down to their kitchen and had some juice and read some comics until his parents appeared, and shortly after we set off to the airport. As soon as we got in the van to go I could feel my heart race. My breathing was trying to fly ahead of me, and I was struggling to maintain a normal heart rate and keep myself from hyperventilating. It was a strange reaction for me, since I can normally go through the most terrifying and exciting things without feeling an urge to hyperventilate, yet here I was, in the back of Greg's parent's van, literally shaking with excitement and struggling to breathe. As soon as we got out of the van at the airport Greg's mother noticed I was shaking and pale, and reassured me in a very friendly manner.
I have never felt such joy as the moment at which Greg stepped out of the gate.
We spent yesterday and today together, and today when we drove back home, everything felt normal, and natural, and easy. I'm happy like I haven't been happy in the last 140 days, and I feel like my life is finally back where it should be. It was hard to have my boyfriend and my best friend so far away, and I am so glad to have him back.
I spent Saturday night with his parents, who are delightful people. I was expecting to be nervous and a little uncomfortable spending a whole evening with them without Greg acting as a reassuring buffer, just as I expected to be nervous talking to them on the phone (me not being a phone person), but I wasn't at all nervous with either. Something about them puts me at ease, and I find it easy to converse and smile and laugh. It was a pleasant evening.
I woke up at 5am on Sunday, and tossed and turned and dozed until 7:00, when I got up and showered. I wandered down to their kitchen and had some juice and read some comics until his parents appeared, and shortly after we set off to the airport. As soon as we got in the van to go I could feel my heart race. My breathing was trying to fly ahead of me, and I was struggling to maintain a normal heart rate and keep myself from hyperventilating. It was a strange reaction for me, since I can normally go through the most terrifying and exciting things without feeling an urge to hyperventilate, yet here I was, in the back of Greg's parent's van, literally shaking with excitement and struggling to breathe. As soon as we got out of the van at the airport Greg's mother noticed I was shaking and pale, and reassured me in a very friendly manner.
I have never felt such joy as the moment at which Greg stepped out of the gate.
We spent yesterday and today together, and today when we drove back home, everything felt normal, and natural, and easy. I'm happy like I haven't been happy in the last 140 days, and I feel like my life is finally back where it should be. It was hard to have my boyfriend and my best friend so far away, and I am so glad to have him back.
posted by Haley @ 7:14 p.m.
