Sometimes I wish I could just uproot my life and go on a spiritual journey.
And sometimes that spiritual journey is literally just going outside and playing catch.
I can’t fall asleep. Ask me bullshit.
So I’m sitting in my girlfriend’s apartment in Denton waiting for her to go home. I’ve extended my stay here until Tuesday. I work in Lewisville on Monday and Tuesday and would like to save gas.
I’m sitting here listening to the Her soundtrack. If you haven’t seen the movie, do it, please. The music is so whimsical and just makes you ponder about things. I’m sitting here because I guess I really am in love.
Actually, I’ve known this for a while. It’s our 6th month into this thing. It’s been 6 months of creating inside jokes, finding out secrets about each other, and picking up mannerisms that miiiight make us horrible people. Life is great, she gets along with everyone she interacts with, I always feel happy.
But she moves in a month. She’s graduating with honors and two degrees. Two. She’s the most inspiring girl I’ve ever met. She’s perfect for me.
I’ve been trying to rack my brain about how to make the transition and eventual move easier on us. Trips to see her, skype most nights, FaceTime and walk around like the guy in Her did, so his OS could see his world.
This record makes me feel like I do when I’m with her.
I love her. I’m gonna make this work.