Well. Last night was hard, but sweet; filled with promises. I remember waking up for work and thinking Oh, he’s gone… I’m not upset, just anxious. It feels like everyone is leaving and I’m the only left behind to watch, wave and wait. It’s awful. That’s the really big thing I dislike about going to school so close to home – everyone abandons me for fabulous adventures while I’m stuck here, counting down the days.
Today was otherwise filled with work, awkward questions, sleep and romance. I finished The Time Traveler’s Wife this afternoon before surrendering to a much-needed nap before heading out to see Art & Copy at the Northwest Film Forum — ran across this spiffy mural project en route.