On a completely different note, my boyfriend is returning (soon!!!) from his interminably long work trip. I didn’t want to cry and moan about it on here, I know many people have much bigger problems than I do, but it was still tough on me. It’s strange how certain events can make you feel like you are 7-yrs-old again, and that it is the absolute end of the world because your mother won’t let you stay over your cousin’s/friend’s house for the night. You know, the hiccupy head-achy despair? You’d think after being together for a year and a half I’d handle it better, but it seems to be just the opposite somehow.
It’s always about perspective, the challenges we face. Shakespeare says it: