Skype has been the only way we have been able to see each other, expect for Chris’s rare breaks from SCAD. Even then, our phones are our main attachments. Sometimes, I hold mine so tight, wishing like hell that it was his hand.
Tomorrow, it’ll be 5 years. Neither of us bothered with fancy gifts, because we’re expecting something greater. As of today, Chris passed his final review at SCAD, so that means at least another year of study in Atlanta— and I’m joining him.
We still have many details to sort out (where/when/how/whaaa??). But I’m so excited! Obvious sentimental reasons aside, I’ve spent pretty much my whole life in Virginia, and always close to my parents’ place. It’s been wonderful, but mostly convenient. As much as I adore my family and friends, I need to get out and explore somewhere else. And what better person to do that with than the one person that has been physically missing from my side for most of our relationship?
I’m intrigued. I’m terrified. I’m biting my lip and wringing my hands and smiling sporadically. I don’t know what to think or what to say, so I let the silence ring around me with anticipation (though seriously, I have to get this ear ringing business checked out; it’s been an almost constant thing for 2 weeks).
He returns home for spring break tomorrow, so I’m driving up to NOVA to his folks’ place, where we’ll finally get to start the ball a-rollin’ with our plots and plans.
To be continued…