So the weather is finally doing what I want.
I have a bunch of upcoming days off, including Halloween and my birthday.
I love my boyfriend so much, it breaks my heart when he leaves the room.
Perfect? Almost.
I miss school. And feeling like I had a purpose. And having an interesting day, learning things, going to work and screwing around with my friends there. I miss the days of Urban when I always had someone to catch up with. I miss New Haven, and running around the corner to Koffee, shortbread cookies at Au Bon Pain, sharing chicken fingers with James. And I even miss New York, Geoff's old neighborhood, that deli around the corner, braving the subway alone, Geoff's cold nose pressed into my cheek when he finally got home.
I like my life. I love my apartment and my weekends. But I am feeling a little lost.
And lately, because I have been watching Felicity on DVD, I miss Diana and feel badly about how things ended. An unanswered phone call because I just couldn't take any more criticism, any more negativity. I guess that's not so wrong.
Oh well. I always feel better when I get home.
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