Saturday, October 15, 2011

Transatlanticisms


It's been 28 days since I've last seen my husband. 
Not that I'm counting or anything. 
And we have no clue when we're going to see each other next. 
I miss blogging and I think about it everyday.
But the truth is I feel like I have nothing to say. 
I'm okay, really.
I go to work everyday. I am one of those people taking the subway to the financial district every morning, looking a little jaded.  
I do my job. I enjoy small things, like the Starbucks that just opened one block away from my workplace, buying a new nail polish on my lunch break or finding a seat in the subway. I come home. I'm tired. And it all starts again the next day. 
The weeks fly by so fast and it's fine by me, because that's all I want. For the days to disappear. 
It makes me a little sad to be thinking that way. I'm turning 25 next week and all I hope is for time to go faster? I guess it's depressing. But then again, I do my best to enjoy the time I have in Paris with my family and friends. I guess I feel that way because I know and hope our long distance situation is only temporary. It's hard not to count the days when you're so far away from the person you wish to be spending them with.
And I guess that's why I've been staying away from the blog. Because I don't have much to say. And if I did, it'd probably be depressing. So I don't.  

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4 comments:

Tucker said...

i felt this way throughout grad school ... know it is no comparison, as we were just states away! but i just wanted time to hurry up, get through this hard stage, to get to the good part.

hoping you see him SOON! sending love and hugs your way today.

L said...

Aw. Well keep enjoying the small things and finding the positive. It'll get you through.

Bibi said...

Courage ma chérie.... Je t'embrasse fort fort

House of Hemingway said...

I hope you've past this stage of "blah" I've gone through it my self a few times and I know exactly what you mean. Though, I don't really have a "special" someone to look forward to seeing. I think the key is to do some soul searching and think of those things you've want for your life. (like that list of things you want to do before turning 30) instead of buying a piece of art, why not make one? I've been to Paris a few summers ago, I loved Montmartre and the views from there. I sketched whilst sitting on the steps of the Sacre Coeur. Nothing "AMAZING" per' se but it was really relaxing to just sit up there and breathe...

Another great spot was inside the Louvre close to the big glass clock. the view was amazing and peaceful.

Enjoy Paris, it's beautiful!
I'm following your blog now, I look forward to more "happy" posts!

www.houseofhemingway.blogspot.com