The Visit
Scott finally came to visit me this weekend. I had been looking forward to this ever since we left school over three weeks ago, so, as you can imagine, I was incredibly excited when my mother and I drove to pick him up at the bus station. It’s always a little awkward when I see him for the first time after being apart for so long – it’s almost like, for just a few moments, it’s the very beginning of the relationship again, where I can’t quite think of what to say and I can do absolutely nothing to contain my goofy grin. Of course, this initial hesitation is quickly long forgotten once we’ve hugged and kissed, and once I’ve touched him just enough to realize that, yes, he really is standing right there in front of me, finally.
On Saturday I borrowed my mother’s car for a few hours so he and I could get out of the house together. We chose to go bowling (cute, no?). We had gone together once before, and overall I didn’t enjoy it too much simply because I was so awful at it. The bowling ball was just too heavy! This time, however, I decided to take Scott to my local candlepin bowling alley. The idea was that this would be more fun because I was more familiar with this style of bowling since I grew up with it, whereas I had only gone regular ten-pin bowling once or twice before and was not accustomed to the gigantic bowling balls. While I did not do any better this time around, Scott fared much worse (though still not quite as poorly as me) and thus did not enjoy the game so much. We made up for this by playing (read: cheating at) the arcade games and turning in our wads of tickets for delicious candy. After going out for equally delicious ice cream and picking up some pizza for dinner, we headed home and spent the rest of the night simply hanging out together and watching movies.
We spent most of today being perfectly lazy and playing cards in my room. The worst part of the day arrived much too soon, as it always does, and I teared up a bit when we said goodbye at the station. It will be another three and a half weeks or so until he visits me again, at which time I will be in Maine. He will be staying for an extra day then, so I am eagerly looking forward to that.
One of the most frustrating things about life, to me, is that when you really want time to pass quickly, it goes by much slower, and when you really want time to slow down so that you can savor every moment, it only passes faster. This weekend was over in a blink of an eye, whereas previous weekends, where I have had nothing to do, move by achingly slow. Scott has repeatedly reassured me that the next three and a half weeks will fly by, but I am skeptical. I can’t help but stare at the clock and wait for each passing minute that is between the next time he will visit again.
Regardless of its brevity, this weekend was wonderful. Being that I have never experienced a relationship at all like this before, it is incredible to me that one person can have such an impact on all aspects of my life. I am truly a much happier person when he is around. For instance, I actually did not log anything that I ate this weekend on Calorie Count the whole time that he was here, which is rather unbelievable. Granted, I did keep a rough count of the calories in my head to ensure that I stayed on track, but I was not so consumed with counting calories that it was always weighing heavily on my mind, as it usually is now. Instead, I rarely thought about it at all.
Now that he is gone again, though, I have returned to my pre-visit state of malaise, anxiety, and general discontent with this drag of a summer. I am hoping that, once I go up to Maine in one week, time will seem to pass faster, thus bringing me closer to his next visit.
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Bowling is so cute! I’ve been meaning to go with my boyfriend in a while, so perhaps this summer I will.
Why are you two apart so much?