From Live-In to Long-Distance

Our weekend was really nice. It started with a lazy Friday night at home. My parents had gone to visit my brother at school, so Rob and I sat on the back porch with my dog and drank red wine, snacking on sweet potato chips and goat cheese spread onto thick slices of salami.

After a morning of coffee and eggs, we got in the car to visit Sean on our way to northern Virginia. We stopped for lunch in Farmville and I had a Bloody Mary and some wings before getting back in the car to go to Rob's brother Dan's house.

And then we woke up on Sunday and it rained. I drank coffee on the couch, snuggled under Rob's arm as we watched previous episodes of Girls and then a documentary by Stephen Hawking. Blanket, boyfriend, a cool rainy morning--that's my kind of Sunday.

When we got to the hotel where Rob will be living for the next month and a half, I felt overwhelmed. The place is beautiful and cozy, and I did not want to drive four hours into the evening without him. But we've done this before, and we talk all the time, and I'll see him on Friday.