So here we are, the first day without James here at home, and I'm trying to be a good sport. I woke up at a decent time. I helped mom marinate lunch. I put away the clean dishes. I fed the dog. Everything seems normal, but there is that ebbing feeling under my skin because I know something is missing.
I did manage to sleep (pass out) last night without an issue, which was better than expected. Even with the sleep though, I feel tired and could probably curl up under the covers for a few more hours. But then my parents would worry like they tend to. "Are you feeling ok, mija?" "You can talk to me about anything, mijah." "This is just a step towards your future, mija." While I appreciate their concern and need to comfort me, it's not what I want or need. I just want to forget the fact I'm alone even for a little, which I can do when I sleep.
I've volunteered to work on my day off tomorrow, and instead take Wednesday off. There is a lot of work to do in the office, so I'd rather work 2 days this week, have a break, then work 2 and a half days. Though, I'm so used to a 2 day consecutive break, I know tomorrow will feel off.
Today is Cinco de Mayo, and not too sure what that entails. I'm half Mexican, and I'm pretty sure it has something to do with tacos and Corona. Sadly I'm not 21, and also my small pool of friends are either in another state or busy tonight. So looks like this Cinco de Mayo will go uncelebrated, not that it's a huge loss here.
So today is James's last day here with me in Chicago for a while. We relaxed, went and saw Iron Man 3, and had dinner at Chili's. There was a moment, right before the movie started, that I realized I'd forgotten James would be gone tomorrow. Of course, after I realized that, I got a little misty eyed. I did my best to push it away and focus on Robert Downey Jr.'s handsome mug. I worked for a while.
After dinner, we did a quick Petsmart run for Leopard Gecko chow, and now we are home. In a little bit we are going to catch up on the past few weeks of Hannibal, then hopefully not sleep until midnight. Mom and I will be taking him to the airport tomorrow at 8:00 am, and this is the second time in just 3 weeks I have to make this horribly sad drive to O'Hare and watch him walk away with a suitcase.
I can't just focus on the sad stuff though. I'm happy he has a job waiting for him there in Florida, grateful of all his parents are doing to help us, and excited we still have a working plan for this year to get our own place. I knew 2013 was going to be filled with changes and challenges so it's about time they get into gear.
Aren't we a pretty pair?
