C is leaving me(For 3.5 days)

C. is on his way to Newport to visit his friend Bill.
How very fun for him!
How exciting that he gets to hang out with his best friend.
Ok, off to home, then pilates.

:-)

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Fo Mo

Get this, in four days - I'm going home to see my husband.

I cannot believe we're almost there. I cannot BELIEVE it.

Work...is going to be so hard this week. So hard.

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Ok.

We're ALMOST there.

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...

Update: C. has told everyone at work that he's leaving now.
His last day will be Friday, December 22nd.

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Bought 'em

I just purchased our tickets.

C. & I will return to the SAME country on December 28th.

Let the games begin.

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He did it!

It's becoming finalized.

C. put his 2 weeks in today! His boss responded very kindly. His last day will be Monday, December 25th.

Merry Christmas. :-)

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These 10 fuzzy chicks

Ten.

These 10 fuzzy chicks illustrate just how many more days I will be alone.

After more than 125 days apart - C. and I are nearing the finish line. We're almost there.

I know I talk about this incessantly, but I just am so pleased that soon I will be waking up to my best friend again.

No more ga-jillion phone calls.
No more sad nights.
No more loneliness for both us.
No more international commuting.
No more flying solo.

I cannot believe that soon we'll be together.

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Dos semanas mas!!!

Two more weeks will I sleep alone.
Then I will be in my home on the 22nd.
Then I will be with my husband (where I belong) for the rest of our lives. (Barring neither of us decides to move to another country, thus starting another 5-month long separation.)

Amazing.

I can't believe we've almost been living apart from one another for 5 months.

It's flown by and dragged on.
It's been depressing and exciting.
It's been exhilarating and scary.
It's tested us, pushed us and has solidified one thing:

I love him, love him, love him. Without him I'm not as strong as I thought I was.

He's allowed me to try something new. To live "independently," to go after my dreams. To do what I needed to do. He's let me be me.

He's exactly what I had inscribed on his wedding band - He's my everything.

He's comforted me through tears over the phone. He's taken care of every last detail of our "Ohio lives" so that I could concentrate on starting this chapter. He's trusted me, loved me, and believed in me.

I'll say it again: I love him, love him, love him.

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Hm.

Ok, so this is both a sad and exciting day.

Sad, because my best friend just left. Again. And, because we won't see eachother again for a month. Ugh.

Exciting, because we're getting closer to our end. We're almost there.

**Sigh**

This has been a very long four, going on five, months.

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He's Official

As of about 4:00 p.m. today, C. can officially live and work in Mexico. His FM3 (about the size of a U.S. passport) was approved.

Wah-who!

Done. (This, my friends, is a huge relief.)

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Every Time

The night before I see C., is like the day before Christmas.

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It's time.

I miss him.

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2

I will see my husband in 2 days.

This is very exciting news.

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Fo Mo

Four more nights, and I will see my husband, my dog, my house, my bed, my stuff and my other life. (**smile**)

I love it here, but I must admit - going home is worrisome for me--only because it's when I'm actually physically there that I miss my "old" life.

I'm much better with change. Make the decision, DO it, be done. Don't look back. MOVE on. I'm not good with waffling back and forth - and until C. gets here permanently, I feel as if going back and forth is "waffling." You know? I much prefer he comes here. (But then again, it's good to get out of this little place every so often. Everyone says it's absolutely necessary to do so.)

It's such a weird feeling to know that my life is now here (though not 100% of it), yet I still have some "life" back there.

I'm ready for both of my lives to meet up. Here. In Cabo.

I'm bracing myself though, I don't want to be overly sentimental about everything I own. You know? I have a feeling this will happen. Pictures on the wall, my dining room table, my bathroom, my bathTUB, all of my favorite things...

Ugh. This is going to kill me.

Hmm...

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