I try, try, try to

I try, try, try to keep quiet about my personal life on here, but...

Elise and I are ending it.

Not the relationship, just the long distance. We're ending the constant back and forth. It's been five months now, that we've been living trip to trip and it's damn near unbearable.

I fly into Orlando on Monday; stay through Thanksgiving. We drive back to Connecticut; stay through the winter.

This is this great big weight being lifted. This is exciting.

I haven't seen Elise in twenty days, but in just three more we're together indefinitely. So I can wait. I can wait. I can wait. But never again!

Suddenly this blog's title has revived meaning. Another Florida transplant! At least we'll both freeze to death together. She'll see snow for the first time. I'll have someone to play in the snow with for the first time.

Peas.

Pod.

I'm counting the days. Those measly three days.