Somehow something just doesn't feel right. Maybe it's that for the first time in my life everything IS right, and I have no idea how to deal with it. I have a wonderful man who I love, who treats me like gold, who is sweet, intelligent, kind, thoughtful, fun, talented, and physically attractive as well. Maybe it's just that he is so far away. Seven hours is a lot. I know things have developed quickly, but somehow it feels right. I know I still have some unresolved feelings for some other people, but I also know that I love C and have no intention of screwing up the best thing that has happened to me in a LONG time, maybe ever.
Work is still going well, and I really do enjoy it. I'll confess, I could do without the morning aspect of the real world, but I've been speaking to C every morning before work, so it isn't quite as bad anymore. You know, I wasn't this bad even when I WAS a teenager.
As for now, I have laundry to do, 2 or 3 weeks of newspapers to catch up on, and planning for what to wear next weekend. Never mind the paperwork that I REALLY need to do for Grandma's estate.
Onward to work!