Just to be clear about locations, I will henceforth refer to the place I moved from as City A, the place I moved to as Small Town, and my Christmas destination as Back Home. I officially moved on the 18th, went to my new place in Small Town to unpack for a few days, drove back to City A to stay with my boyfriend for a night (though that part was semi-unplanned) and fly out of the airport there for Christmas the next day. I arrived Back Home on the 23rd, stayed there for Christmas, flew back to City A on Dec. 30th and spent New Year's with my boyfriend. Then I drove back to Small Town on the Saturday night before starting my new job on Monday, January 4th. Phew! Since then, I have been very busy at my new job -- which I love, by the way -- in addition to unpacking and settling into my new home, and keeping tabs with Guy #3.
Now for the details.. prior to my leaving City A for my move in mid-December, things were going well with Guy #3, but not overly serious... we had not even discussed what would happen after my move, so I was unsure of things and a little nervous in general. When I drove back to City A to catch my flight for Christmas, I had made arrangements to stay at my old apartment for the night (sans furniture) and just leave in the morning.. but things turned out a little differently.. I had talked to Guy #3 a little earlier that day when I was leaving Small Town on my way back to City A, and we planned to meet up for dinner after I had run a few errands in the city. Dinner ended up being a little later than we had planned (maybe 8:30ish), which was fine, but then we ended up having a really nice time at dinner (this cute little french bistro) and hung out there for a while.. we went back to his place so I could get my car, went inside for a minute, and never came back out.. that was our first "sleep over", and admittedly, I was a little surprised. I was not expecting that to happen, and he took such good care of me.. making me comfortable in his apartment, getting up early to drive me to the airport, etc. We kept in touch the whole time I was Back Home, and talked a little about what we might like to do for New Year's. I again had made arrangements (talked to my landlady about using the extra bed above her art studio) to stay at my old apartment, not really sure of how things would go when I got back and prepared to move on to my new life in Small Town. He picked me up from the airport, and I ended up staying the entire time (4 days, 3 nights) at his place. Everything was so easy. And, one might think that spending that much time together all at once might be a little much, but it wasn't. We were perfectly amiable the entire time, even when we were just hanging out making breakfast or watching TV.
He took care of everything. Even though he proclaims himself to not know anything about cooking, over the course of my visit, he made me french toast, attempted salmon (though we weren't home on-time to eat it on New Year's Eve), made chili.. and he had prepared in advance.. bought us champagne and glasses, plus had remembered my favorite cereal and bought that for my visit as well. On New Year's Eve, we went downtown (where I was helping to coordinate the parade), met up with some of his friends for drinks, had a few snacks at the bar, and had planned to return home and have dinner before going back out to a couple of New Year's parties. We didn't end up leaving the bar downtown until about 10pm, got back to the house and ended up having snack/party foods with champagne while watching the countdown on TV and cuddling under a blanket. We decided not to go to any parties, got a little fizzy from the champagne and just went to sleep. I think it was one of my better New Year's experiences in recent memory -- certainly better than last year, which is a whole miserable saga in itself..
I woke up the next morning to the smiling face and happy new year's wishes of Guy #3, who is now officially my boyfriend. He made me french toast, and I made the eggs.. we had a lazy morning before going off to his friends' house for a casual afternoon gathering (I think so his friends could approve me), and had a nice time, but didn't stay too long. Not that we had anything else pressing to get to, but we just wanted to spend all of our time together. That is pretty much how my entire visit went. On the day that I had to leave for Small Town, I kept tearing up. I tried not to, and it even makes me a little watery to think of it, but it couldn't be helped. I seem to always tear up at the thought of us parting. We delayed it as long as possible, but eventually I had to go. He snuck outside to scrape the ice off my car and packed me dinner and some snacks for my arrival while I was getting everything ready to go. He really might be the perfect man.
Since then, it has been very hard being apart. He has been to Small Town for one visit so far, and is coming again on this coming weekend. I will be in City A for Valentine's weekend. His last visit went as perfectly as our time together in City A. He told me that he thinks he is falling in love.. and I think I am too.. it's just sort of scary at this point because everything has moved so quickly and I already have such strong feelings for him. I question myself, and wonder if the whole thing is just a fantasy that would never last if we were actually living near each other and saw each other more often.. but I think I could see myself living out the rest of my life with him very easily, and very happily. And he even commented last time he was here.. "I think I could make you very happy."
My job is also going great so far -- my coworkers (all 3 of them) are all really nice and fun to work with, and I really feel like a valued part of the team. Though I still have a lot to learn, I am enjoying being in a position where I am learning so much and getting to flex my brain a lot more instead of just taking orders and being bogged down with work like my last job. They actually listen and value my opinion, and I value them too. It is really nice. I can honestly say for the first time in several years -- I love my job! It was definitely the right decision to come here. My only sticking point has been with my boyfriend. I miss him. I do love my job, but if things continue to progress as they are with Guy #3, I think I will want to live closer to him. I'm not sure what we will/would do about this, but I'm just going to put it out of my mind for now.. the important part is that I love my job, and am dating a man who makes me happy.
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