I'm trying really hard not to be stupid, but it's not working. I miss you. Our apartment is half empty, it's stinking hot, and I know for the first night since I've been here, the futon across the room will not be occupied tonight.
Three months was not long enough. I don't actually think it was three months. Someone lied to us, cast a magic speed-up-time spell, because it was only a couple weeks ago that we loaded up my car and drove out here. We are still trying to recover from watching that horrible production in Spokane, and I just started teaching my summer courses. It's really only June.
I came home tonight, and you weren't sitting on the futon in our tiny, stupid apartment watching a TV show. Sadly, that is not the end of travesties I now have to deal with. There will be no one to drink half a gallon of milk in the first twenty-four hours of buying it. The dishes will not be washed regularly. I won't have anyone to tease me about tripping over cords or running into furniture. No one will roll their eyes when I tell them about what I heard on NPR. Who will I watch Harry Potter with over and over again (even if you rarely watched it, engrossed in something else on your iPad...)? I will have no judgmental looks to rebuke. And no one is as good at telling me when I'm being crazy as you are.
How dare you leave me with such gaping holes in my life!
But in all seriousness, thank you, my dear friend. Because without you here on this ridiculous, hard, wonderful, terrifying journey, I would not still be here. In all likeliness, I would have packed up my car and went home. Because this summer has been hard and lonely and stressful.
It has also been a summer to remember.
I know this is where you were supposed to be this summer, and I'm so glad it happened to be where I was supposed to be as well. And as hard as it was to drop you off at the airport today, I know you're once again where you're supposed to be. You will have an amazing four months back at college. (Let's hope it passes as fast as the past three months did, so you can hurry back in January...)
Long blog post short, thank you. For being my steadying affect, my taunter, my adventure buddy, my roommate, and my friend. I'm glad the summer worked out the way it did, our epic Isaiah and Kristin adventure.
Until next time you're in Seattle (or the phone call you'll suffer through), do your homework.
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