Some good news. The boyfriend got the job he'd applied for! Yay! This means two things - he has to move right across the country before the end of the month, and finally we will have a place to be together that's not a hotel or someone's front room. It's very exciting. The next few weeks are going to be really hard, I think, and not just on him. Whilst he's busy getting everything packed, finding somewhere to live, finding a car to buy and driving down there, I am going to be sitting here, getting stressed because I am broke and wondering when I am going to be able to see him next.
We vidchatted the other day for the first time in ages, and it was so wonderful to see him again, to hear his voice, see his smile. It's a given that I miss him, but I do.
Had an Ikea catalogue through the door today. Only one of their slim, give-away jobbies, but still. I quite like Ikea style even if I don't like the shoddiness with which some of their stuff is made, or with 'bulk-buy' feeling I get from it sometimes. But flicking through it, my nesting instincts are awakened and for the first time in my life I am thinking not 'it'll never happen', but 'maybe one day soon'.
My head is full of wondering what it'll be like to go and stay with him in his new place, in territory that, whilst is mainly his is at least partly ours. It's exciting: a glimpse into the life I'd like to lead with him and a step towards making that become reality. Of course, I still have to earn some decent money and find some clients over there, but it will all come together. I will make sure it does.
