My guy is officially on the road. He'll drive all night and get home tomorrow late morning/early afternoon sometime. I'm excited to have him come home! I'm not looking forward to cleaning up after him though... I actually got pretty comfortable living alone these past 2 months.
I can't believe I've been living 'alone' for 2 months and nothing bad has happened. Usually when I'm left to my own devices for that long, someone/something gets hurt and/or fucked up. Usually that someone is me! But not this time. Maybe because I've been so busy trying to secure work and adjust to a new place. Maybe because I have family in this city that help me keep my head on straight. Or maybe I've actually grown for the better.
I'm happy he's coming back. I've missed him. Every time I talk to him on the phone I feel so comfortable and understood. No matter what I say, he understands what I actually mean. He checks me when I'm being flighty, over-zealous or impatient. He cuts right through my bullshit and helps keep my feet on the ground.
I hope I can help him adjust back into living for himself. He's been living hardcore for his papa the past couple months. Also for his older brother... Not always a good thing, though he means well by trying to take care of the both of them.
When he comes home, I'll have my schedule going full swing. I'll be working, socializing (which he knows hes invited to participate in) and exercising my right to do whatever the hell I want.
Despite all of my individually-driven nature, I'll be concerned with his comfort level. Since he's been neglecting himself, I'll tend to his physical and mental well-being once he returns. Because I am about being happy and active. I may get in some moody slumps at times, but I naturally am drawn to the positive side of life. I'll do my best to make sure he comes along if he is in the mood to. If not, well I'll make sure he's got someone to talk to if he wants to.
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