From the title is seems like the week I had without my sig other was like a mini vacation. Well it wasn’t. It was a miserable week. He was in Pittsburgh for some training thing for work.
I stayed at his place the whole time, of course. I mean I practically live there anyway so why not. I did not sleep as well because I did not have anyone to sleep with and I was scared of all the noises that I would hear.
Then my computer died. Shit began to hit the fan. I was an emotional wreck. Like I stood outside of Best Buy for a good solid 20 minutes because I did not know what to do. All my work is GONE. Just in the middle of me trying to look for a new job. What the fuck am I to do now? I thought about buying a cheap little laptop for the time being, but that would be a waste of money. Especially considering I am going to be getting one anyway. But all the emotions I had been feeling just came out of me. I was angry and sad and wanted to talk to someone but there was no one there to talk to.
I lashed out on my boyfriend. We got into a superficial argument about nothing and it made me feel like and idiot. Where most guys would have left me or said something harsh, he has been there for me and is always willing to help and get to the bottom of things. I am very lucky, I guess. I need to start realizing that I am lucky and start appreciating it more. He loves me.
So he had to come back up to Pittsburgh Monday for some interview. The interview was for a job he wanted, but not in the location he wanted, so he was just going to take the interview as “practice” and come back. When he was getting his flights and stuff I just told him that we should drive. WE SHOULD DRIVE. In and instinct I dropped everything to go with him. So he got the room and the rental and we were set. We were going to take a mini vacation to Pittsburgh. I would be up here doing nothing because I have not computer to work on and nothing else to do. But it feels right to be here with him. To be sharing this little quality time with him.
While I do not like this area and could not see me living in this area, being up here with him is nice. He has been showing me places he used to go to and telling me all about the different histories of places. Its cute.
It is weird that I am sitting here in this hotel room accompanying him on a work thing when in the past if a boyfriend would have asked me to tag along I would have said “No”. But things seem to flow with him. Everything comes easy with him. I guess that is what love is? Maybe?
I do love him though.