What the heck am I doing going on here and reading your blogs and blogging myself?! Work has and is crazy busy and to escape and hope to hurdle my brain fart, here I am. I'm looking for distraction from writing copy and more copy. I'm actually working on the Fall Visitor Guide and it kind of stinks that it's July and I'm thinking about cool crisp air and apple picking.
Don't get me wrong; I love all fall activities, but I would like to enjoy some summer lovin' first. And this summer is the worst weather, ever! It doesn't even feel like summer. Ugh! I wonder where I will be next year? If still here, or in another city. I know that I really don't want to go through another winter here in Central New York, but I will be. But maybe it will be my last.
I don't really know what will happen with the BF but I really love him so I hope that our relationship just moves along and everything stays as fabulous as it has been. But he is pretty much planning on leaving the area eventually, or at least his current place of work. He is also interested in moving down south and being near the ocean and palm trees and all of those good things, too. So that is a plus. But I don't know. . .just thinking about the future makes me nervous. I am not usually one to think too much about the future and I'm not a great planner. I like to live my life day by day, but I kind of am curious to know what's going to happen. But all of this thinking came about because my current roomie (whom I love!) mentioned to me that she plans on moving out at the end of the year to move to a big city and be young and get a cool job. I was like, ahhh. I don't ever want to move out of our apartment because I love it so much. But she is like, "oh well I just assumed you'd be living with the BF" and I was like, huh? I wasn't thinking that. I really wasn't even thinking about it. But then I was thinking, "oh crap. where will the bf even be living?"
So I asked him and he told me not to worry about it and he's not going to just move and leave me.
Ugh. I feel like a needy girl, which by the way, I am not. But I guess I must really love him if I'm concerned about this already. Well, he better get applying for jobs in fun locations and figure it out so I can figure it out. I think he wants to work in a practice at a VA hospital or on a military base at first to confirm that he likes the area, before he thinking about buying his own practice or whatever. That would be quite the investment to change your mind about. . .But then again, I don't want to plan my life around his life. That isn't really fair either. Hmm. . .so I don't really know what I'm saying. I think I'll just keeping it a day at a time and see what happens. I think I need a drink. Thank goodness it's the weekend!