Is it really so much to ask that, during the ONE time of month that you are already feeling irritated, fat, and totally disgusting, your face would NOT behave like that of a greasy fifteen year old. This is karma for not having bad skin when all the other kids did. Now, at twenty-five, I will have the worst break out of my life. And I may be a little more vain than I thought I was, because I am FLIPPING OUT about it. I would wear a ski mask to happy hour tonight if I could. (The only thing stopping me actually, is the lack of ski mask.)

I spoke to Sean this morning while I skipped my 7am meeting. He was getting home from work later than normal and I was going in earlier, so he caught me in the car. He ran through our entire route from here to Seattle for when he flies here and we take the U-Haul, packed full of my things cross country. At this point, I don’t argue with him like I used to when we talked about my moving there. I don’t even make lame comments about how it would be “too cold” there and how there would be “no beach”. I don’t even argue silently like I did after I realized that he had a rebuttal for everything I would miss about this place. About my home. He would tell me about the mountains and the air and how it was never the kind of hot that made you sweat two seconds after going outside. All of this sounds lovely. But what is the most lovely of all is that I would never have to be this far from him again. Unless I wanted to, which I currently do not.

It has always been so easy for me to just take this distance for granted. I lived with someone else, Sean got engaged and had a kid, things just happened. But in the end, we always end up in the same place. Funny how we never actually end up in the SAME PLACE.