Achy

Well, I did it. I made it back to Portland, after a very enjoyable two week road trip with Steve, who left Friday on a train back to Iowa. A train that he is still on today, Sunday. He doesn't have a cell phone so I haven't been able to talk to him in a few days and after spending every second together for twelve days, it's really weird and two days of not talking to him feels like eternity. He always hints that he wants me to talk about him on my blog. To talk about how much fun we have together, how smitten I am. I've always been a little hesitant to do it. Not because I don't love him. Not because I don't want anyone to know that I love him. But because it seems a little diary-ish. But I do love him, and I miss him. I want him to move out here. To be with me all the time. So while i do my huge job hunt, I keep him in the back of my mind and I circle all the jobs that he should apply to in a different color pen. I have felt a little unsettled since he left. Stressing out a little too much about finding a job and a place to live. Both of these pursuits are done in vain on the weekends. Especailly on Sunday. But i did find a kick-ass studio apartment near my favorite neighborhood. It is reasonably priced and has a balcony. I love it so i filled out an app, but i'm not so sure they like the idea that i'm currently unemployed. I've applied for several jobs too, mostly in the baking/restaraunt biz, which i sort of vowed not to go into. But it's the easiest way to get a job fast. I can always quit it if i ever do find a job that doesn't require weekends. I don't usually like to stress out about anything, i just have a lot on my plate i guess and steve not being here makes everything a little bit harder. Long distance relationships are rough. But it's nice to be back in Porltand. The weather is amazing. Cool, sunny and breezy. Of course, while Steve was here it was all rain and fog, but summer is coming. I've been having a little trouble sleeping and wish i would have saved up some of those Sunday naps so I could take one now. Another day, when i'm feeling more wistful, i'll write about the road trip. For now, just checking in. Just telling Steve that i love him, i miss him and i can hear his train whistle from here...