86 days

I bought my post-bar exam plane ticket for North Carolina!!! I can’t even wait!! 86 more days til I get to see TB!!! I didn’t count the days, but Delta.com told me the number of days. I’m thinking of making an Advent-like calendar. Or, like in Kindergarten when we made the ring chain and you remove a ring every day. I may look into that. I suppose I have more important things to work on in the meantime. That pesky thing called “the bar”. [enter scary music here] I feel like that will help the time pass. I’m going to be so stressed out until July 29. And then I’ll sleep for a few days. And then I’ll go see him. That’s my plan. I could have left the day after, but I think it’s in my best interest to sleep for a few days. I doubt I’ll sleep well before then. Or shower much. Stinky, but true. So, after the bar will be sleep, shower, do laundry and then go. Maybe I’ll buy a new dress. I have 86 days to think about what I should wear when I see him. He’s really excited that I already have my ticket. I told him I’m a planner, and wanted to make sure that I had it, just cause that makes it more real to me. He’s more of a “wait til the last minute and then bitch that prices went up” type person. I guess we’re real different in some regards, but that’s ok. I can help him plan, he can help me calm down a little. Of course, I did get a ticket that could be returned or changed if need be. 86 days is a long time to go, and I have a knack for pissing people off, especially when stressed off. I’m sure I could pick a tasty fight with him which makes him want to run for the hills. I’m going to try to not though. I like him too much to pick fights with him just for fun. I like him more than I like drama. And, I really like drama. My family thinks I’m slightly crazy for going to see him. My brother keeps pointing out that there’s nothing for me to do there. He thinks I should have just bought TB a ticket to come out here. But, I want to see TB in his surroundings. I want to meet his friends and see how he lives in his own world, so I can picture it better when I’m not there. Like, when he says “I went to the beach today” I want to be able to picture the beach he’s going to and whatnot. And, it’s not as easy for him to get time off of work and travel a lot and stuff. If I’m there, he can still work. I can entertain myself during the day with tv or a book or something. I’m not even worried about that. I just want to be with him. I don’t even care about anything else. My mom thinks I’m going for too long. She thinks 10 days is too long. I think it’s not long enough. I want to go indefinitely, but I suppose that’s not likely. I do have a job I have to come home to. My boss is eager for me to start working. I just told him this morning that I won’t be back until at least August 16th. I guess I’m kind of eager to start working again. I really, really like my job. And, I’m stoked to have a job in the first place. It’ll allow me to travel to see TB more often until he moves here. It could be a year until he’s here if he gets accepted into a special program he’s applying for. That requires like 7months of training after he starts. It’s ok. I can deal with him not being here for a while longer, cause I know he’s worth it. And it’ll just make us appreciate being together that much more when we are. But, in the meantime, 86 DAYS!!!