Now and Later

K's gone. He's been gone for 91 days. Ahh, to measure our seperation in days doesn't really seem to do the distance and time justice.

But before he left, we made a conscious effort to do as much as possible with each other. We jammed in trips, activities, even a trip to the ER all in the name of the camel strategy. Make as many memories as possible together, in hopes it'll help with the time we're apart.

Oh, and we got engaged. And had a wonderful party in my hometown.

So, 91 days apart, and hundreds more to go, I've come to the decision that I will not/ can not put my life on hold while I wait for K. I miss him immensely, but there's nothing we can do to be together for the next 21 months. So, better make the best out of a rotten situation.