Rob and I met in Richmond on Saturday night, and while one night and the breakfast, lunch, coffee, and dinner that followed wasn't really enough time to take in the city and all the people we love who live there, it was better than nothing.
A quiet night, early breakfast, laid-back morning complete with a random viewing of My Big Fat Greek Wedding, a couple Bloody Marys with my old college roommate and her fiance, and a quick chat on the couch in my friend Tina's apartment later, Rob and I were ready for a coffee break and a walk around Short Pump before grabbing some Thai food for dinner.
Kind of a whirlwind, but again, this long-distance thing is quickly teaching us that some is better than nothing.
It has rained incessantly since Monday morning. Sometimes it has poured, sometimes a cool, wet haze has just lingered on streets and treetops. These misty fall days are my favorites, but I can't help but get nostalgic as always for autumns past, especially the most recent one--when Rob and I shared an apartment and lived the part-time lives of a student and a barista. Getting home late happened at only three o'clock, and even then there was always time to sprawl out on the couch or in bed with blankets and books and our favorite shows.
More than any of that, though, was coming home to someone and telling him in person about your day. Not on the phone or in an email, but actually face to face, with hot chocolate, and your hand in his.
"So many high points on this last leg,
I can't wait to recount them.
It seems that nothing's happened until I share them with you."
--Dashboard Confessional
I say a lot of the same things over and over--I love the rain. Fall is magical. I miss Rob. It's all true.
Rob and I have mostly settled into the long-distance thing. I go there one weekend, then he comes here. This weekend we were in Tysons Corner, where we manage to do a lot of both going out and staying in. We talked about how our new weekends together aren't like real life anymore--when we lived together we actually had things to do from Friday night to Sunday evening. But now? Multiple coffee dates; a walk around the mall; a metro ride or two into Washington, DC to have drinks with friends; lunch, dinner, and then breakfast out; our song playing on repeat while we read in bed and take at least one really good two hour nap--these are our new weekends in northern Virginia.
