Vicki (hermorrine) wrote,

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Back to reality...

This is going to be short, because I just don't have the strength right now.

Notice to everyone - I'm sorry, but there is NO way I'm going to be able to read your posts from the last week and a half. I would never, ever catch up. So if there's anything you really want me to know, please post a comment here or email me.

Disney World was wonderful. Nimbus-2003 was fabulous. I'm still amazed at the turnout we had for the slash panel. I wish it could've been longer just so I would've had more time to spend with all of you. I'll try to write more about the past week sometime in the next few days.

All good things must of course come to an end, which is really bloody annoying when you think about it. The end started for me on Sunday evening, when I called home to remind people that Mark and I would be back Monday afternoon. My mother chose then to inform me that she did indeed accept the job in Miami and that I would need to find somewhere else to live in less than a month. I spent a good while sobbing Mark's arms after that, although I eventually managed to compose myself and not completely ruin our night. I'm not entirely sure what's going to happen, but I guess I'll start looking for an apartment. My brother will hopefully find out about a job this week, and if he gets it, we'll be looking for a 2-bedroom to share - not really what I want, but I can't afford to live alone and better the devil you know.

We got back yesterday and went to see Pirates of the Carribean last night, which was cool as we'd just been on the ride and then the interactive game/ride at Magic Kingdom and DisneyQuest, respectively. I thought it was very good and am appreciative of Orlando Bloom now. I then subjected Mark to White Castle and we ate while watching Better Off Dead, which he'd never seen.

This morning we went to get down home American food at Cracker Barrel, where Mark tried American biscuits and also grits. I think he was okay with both. We then raced to the airport because we got done with lunch later than expected, only to find that Mark's plane to Pittsburgh had been delayed, which would then mean he'd miss his flight to London. I asked him to call and let me know what flights he'd be on, but he hasn't called yet. I hope it's all worked out.

I've managed not to cry so far, but it's killing me that he's gone. It's so hard to think that I have to go to bed alone tonight and that he won't be there to kiss me when I wake up in the morning. I wish that our time together didn't have to end.

And now I need to do laundry so I have clothes to wear to work tomorrow. -.-

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