So I'm sat on my boyfriend's bedroom floor having spent the entire day packing his things, tidying his room and sorting things out. I asked him to transport everything downstairs into boxes so it can be packed into the van easily and neatly... it's taken him the best part of two hours. I am a very angry girlfriend. I have done the hard part. I am keeping it together. He is wondering about taking one handful of stuff at a time.
I haven't even hoovered yet.
It's the eve of Alex leaving and I feel like complete rubbish. He seems to be taking it in his stride, dawdling about and procrastinating at the last minute, and I'm sat on his floor with a glass of wine pretending I am fine. Well I'm not.
Alex has been a very big part of my life for the part year and a half and now that he's moving up North I'm starting to get that left-behind no-one wants you, good luck, have fun, entertain yourself, we don't give a shit feeling. I know that in fact, the only things I have to do are have fun and entertain myself but I can't help but think this is how pets feel when their owners go on holiday - maybe I should sit by the door howling until he returns... no, don't tempt me.
I know that in fact, I have six months of university left... that's all. Alex has signed a six month contract to his current place, which means that if, and I really do mean if, we manage to make the long distance thing work for six months we will eventually at the end of it all move into a place of out own. In Yorkshire.
Several things I have learnt about Yorkshire:
-It's 259 miles from my home
-It rains the majority of the time
-It's great if you like walking, painting, or speaking in a funny accent
-They have good shops, I'm talking Primark, Next, Shoezone, Asda
-It's a lot cheaper - £500 rent per month between two of us? Yes please.
-The theatre's seem to have a lot of shows on, normally a new one every day
As you can see, the fun Yorkshire facts are vaguely appealing, apart from the moving away from home - some of you lovely people might say "oh but what about the rain?" which would be a very valid point... if I wasn't extremely fond of all things rain related. Dancing in it, singing in it, jumping in the puddles, not to mention kissing in the rain. All highly romantic. Also the snow is said to be brrrrrr-illiant. Get it? Brrr.
On that terrible joke I'm going to go and find the bottle of wine, as my glass seems to have miraculously vanished.
Goodnight m'dears, sleep well and remember - a dream is a wish your heart makes.
HarrietCorey
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