I bet you didn't see that coming, huh? Neither did I.
I'm starting to realize that this time next week, I'm going to be at my parent's house with my Birdy in my lap and my husband 832.7 miles away (but who's counting? Not me. I can't count at all.). And you know what? I'm starting to think that's going to suck.
Techinically, from where I am staying now I could drive and see them every weekend at my parents. It's only five hours away from where I am now. That is strangely comforting. But. And my friends, with me, there is always a "but."
Because this time next week, I'll be thinking that this time two weeks from now I'm going to be in sunny California 832.7 miles away from my parents, and my brother, and my in-laws, and Jessica, and even more miles away from dear Pullman and my friends here. I've never been so far away from all but two of the people I love, and I know that's going to suck.
That, for sure, I'm counting on.