I dropped my best friend off at the airport at 5:00 a.m. Instead of getting ready and going to work early, I spent an hour crying into a bowl of Puffins with chocolate milk — because I am a terrible adult and ran out of regular milk. Also because I am so much less awesome without him. He keeps me in check.
Only three more weeks of my West Coast life, but it’s going to be the toughest part of my summer. I didn’t realize it would be so much harder after I’d shared these places with him.
This has been a hard summer. This weekend, I tearfully told him that I’m not sure it was worth it, and that I feel selfish for coming here. He stopped me and said that we made this decision together, and that it was what was best for me, and that makes it worth everything.
He’s pretty great.