My house is currently resonating to the sounds of Killswitch Engage, Slipknot, Avenged Sevenfold, 3 Doors Down and Stone Sour at VERY loud volumes. It's supposedly to stop me thinking about the fact that I've been sat in my PJ's ALL day, trying not to miss someone quite as much as I do. The fact that they appear to be missing me just as much isn't really helping the fact that there are hundreds of miles between us now, and that I might not get to see them again until November 
It's been a bit of a whirlwind week for me. The kids left to go to Cornwall with their Dad at about 5.10pm last Saturday, and at 5.20 I was in a taxi heading for the train station, having literally thrown some clothes and toiletries into a case, to head to Reading to meet the gorgeous Sinope as we were both going to TheQuestion's birthday bash in London. Big thank you to TheQuestion and CreamyGoodness for letting us crash at their place for the night and for toast in the morning
And big thank you to main girlie Sinope for helping me get cheaper train tickets from Reading to London in the first place 
Was lovely to see lots of old faces again, and even more lovely to meet lots of new people (well, new to me seeing as it'd been 8 months since I'd last been to an SGUK meet).
The next day saw Sinope and I head back to Reading, where we parted company so that she could go home, and I could catch a train to Manchester. I initially planned on spending three nights there before heading home, but circumstances changed somewhat during the course of the previous night, in that the person that was meant to be coming down from Monkseaton to join me, couldn't afford it, and couldn't find anyone to give them a lift down either because they're also in the process of packing up ready to move house on Monday next week. So I ended up cancelling two of the nights at the apartment, and headed up to Monkseaton on Monday morning instead.
I had only planned to stay until Wednesday and then head home, but when the offer came up to stay another night, I really couldn't refuse. So I spent three wonderful nights chilling, getting into WoW and X3, playing with a soppy dog, and generally feeling very comfortable with someone new. I haven't had a whole lot of sleep at all since last weekend, as I think one of the nights we didn't actually go to bed until about 9,30 in the morning, whereby I'd been up already for over 24 hours. Still, it was totally worth it, I just wish there wasn't such a huge distance between here and there 8 hours worth of train journeys in one day is not a nice prospect but if it means I get to see him again, then I'm more than prepared to go through it again. It makes it easier if I go as he suffers with agoraphobia and so the likes of big open train stations like Newcastle and Manchester would not do much for his anxiety.
To know that someone misses you before you've even gone, and then more so when you have actually left is a lovely feeling though. Especially when you didn't expect anything like that to be said and that it wasn't you that said it first. To then travel home and have dozens of messages throughout the journey saying they don't know what to do with themselves now you've gone, and that the dog misses you too, is something that I'm not used to, and it made me feel wanted by someone for the first time in a long time.
It's been fun having intelligent conversations with someone younger than me, watching Dirty Sanchez DVD's and not feeling sick at some of the stunts, watching heaps of Deadwood DVD's, listening to rocking good music, smoking far too much, drinking too much (5 bottles of vodka were downed in the 3 days I was there), watching Star Wars movies on Sky, cuddling up on the sofa and just generally being happy in someone's company.
In fact, life has been very good for me over the past week. I know it won't last, but let me linger in the moment just a little while longer, ok?
The kids don't come home until Sunday, so I have 2 more days of wallowing in my happiness before reality fully hits me in the face again!
I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time has passed
All I know is that it feels like forever
But no-one ever tells you that forever feels like home
Sitting all alone inside your head
And it's the stars, the stars that shine for you
And it's the stars, the stars that lie to you
It's been a bit of a whirlwind week for me. The kids left to go to Cornwall with their Dad at about 5.10pm last Saturday, and at 5.20 I was in a taxi heading for the train station, having literally thrown some clothes and toiletries into a case, to head to Reading to meet the gorgeous Sinope as we were both going to TheQuestion's birthday bash in London. Big thank you to TheQuestion and CreamyGoodness for letting us crash at their place for the night and for toast in the morning
And big thank you to main girlie Sinope for helping me get cheaper train tickets from Reading to London in the first place Was lovely to see lots of old faces again, and even more lovely to meet lots of new people (well, new to me seeing as it'd been 8 months since I'd last been to an SGUK meet).
The next day saw Sinope and I head back to Reading, where we parted company so that she could go home, and I could catch a train to Manchester. I initially planned on spending three nights there before heading home, but circumstances changed somewhat during the course of the previous night, in that the person that was meant to be coming down from Monkseaton to join me, couldn't afford it, and couldn't find anyone to give them a lift down either because they're also in the process of packing up ready to move house on Monday next week. So I ended up cancelling two of the nights at the apartment, and headed up to Monkseaton on Monday morning instead.
I had only planned to stay until Wednesday and then head home, but when the offer came up to stay another night, I really couldn't refuse. So I spent three wonderful nights chilling, getting into WoW and X3, playing with a soppy dog, and generally feeling very comfortable with someone new. I haven't had a whole lot of sleep at all since last weekend, as I think one of the nights we didn't actually go to bed until about 9,30 in the morning, whereby I'd been up already for over 24 hours. Still, it was totally worth it, I just wish there wasn't such a huge distance between here and there
8 hours worth of train journeys in one day is not a nice prospect but if it means I get to see him again, then I'm more than prepared to go through it again. It makes it easier if I go as he suffers with agoraphobia and so the likes of big open train stations like Newcastle and Manchester would not do much for his anxiety.
To know that someone misses you before you've even gone, and then more so when you have actually left is a lovely feeling though. Especially when you didn't expect anything like that to be said and that it wasn't you that said it first. To then travel home and have dozens of messages throughout the journey saying they don't know what to do with themselves now you've gone, and that the dog misses you too, is something that I'm not used to, and it made me feel wanted by someone for the first time in a long time.
It's been fun having intelligent conversations with someone younger than me, watching Dirty Sanchez DVD's and not feeling sick at some of the stunts, watching heaps of Deadwood DVD's, listening to rocking good music, smoking far too much, drinking too much (5 bottles of vodka were downed in the 3 days I was there), watching Star Wars movies on Sky, cuddling up on the sofa and just generally being happy in someone's company.
In fact, life has been very good for me over the past week. I know it won't last, but let me linger in the moment just a little while longer, ok?
The kids don't come home until Sunday, so I have 2 more days of wallowing in my happiness before reality fully hits me in the face again!
I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time has passed
All I know is that it feels like forever
But no-one ever tells you that forever feels like home
Sitting all alone inside your head
And it's the stars, the stars that shine for you
And it's the stars, the stars that lie to you
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And there is absolutely nothign wrong with sitting in your Pjs and doing nothing all day. I try to do it as much as I can which is not as often as I would like. I hate this tupid work malarkey! I much preferred being a bum student! Hehe!