Last night I read your letter, went through our photos & watched you on the video all before I went to sleep.
I wish we'd taken more photos, more video. More anything for me to go through while I wait for you to get home. I told you I'm impatient. I wasn't lying. =P
I've started a savings log to track how much I've saved for Europe. I'm gonna be really good and try not to spend much on silly things. My car should be paid off soon, that will definitely help.
As much as we scare me, I find myself keen to make this work. I am so excited for you, for everything you're going to do in these coming months.
Can't wait to see you.
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On New Years Eve of 2008, I met a guy I would eventually fall in love with.
Ninety days later, he left the country.
This blog is both an online diary of the thirty9 weeks until I see him again
& a recollection of the events that created 'us'.
A running commentary on a long distance relationship friendship.
A failed relationship - documented.
The final installment of 'Our Story' was never written & I doubt it ever will be.
Ninety days later, he left the country.
This blog is both an online diary of the thirty9 weeks until I see him again
& a recollection of the events that created 'us'.
A running commentary on a long distance relationship friendship.
A failed relationship - documented.
The final installment of 'Our Story' was never written & I doubt it ever will be.
About This Blog
This is was a personal diary.
12 weeks. 3 months.
One Australian Summer.
He came here to get away
from home for a while.
The trip was meant to be
life changing, somehow I
don't think either of us
thought it would be this
life changing.
This is writtenfor us, by us me.
Him & Her
12 weeks. 3 months.
One Australian Summer.
He came here to get away
from home for a while.
The trip was meant to be
life changing, somehow I
don't think either of us
thought it would be this
life changing.
This is written
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