Thankfully, almost a month has passed since I last wrote. Ah, November.

I'm headed back to Houston tomorrow for Mary's wedding. Fun stuff. I feel like I've spent a good amount of time this semester flying here and there... last month I drove into Chicago pretty much every weekend. Poor Elantra.

I get to see John tomorrow. I can't even believe it; it's that amazing to me. And then I have to be ripped away from him again. I really don't know how people do this long distance thing. I haven't seen him in a month and I'm going nuts, and I am already anxious because I know that we only get two full days together before we have to go for another like two months. Sigh. I really wonder how the hell I'm supposed to last until next August. I love when my other friends try to sympathize, especially when their "long distance" relationship involved seeing each other almost every other week and being within an easy drive of each other; I'm lucky if I get to see John once a month (usually longer) and we're a two hour PLANE RIDE away from each other. Sigh. This was a terrible idea. I mean, we're doing fine in terms of our relationship's health, but I absolutely hate this distance.

Anyway. Packing must continue.