comin’ home
wow. long day.
i took all the bills out of my name, packed the car, gave the keys to Ben, and drove. the transition from school to summer has been slow and subtle this year.
it took me just over 4 hours to get home. considering i didn’t get to I-57 until more than 2 hours after i’d left Evanston, that wasn’t too bad. let me tell you, when it’s stop-and-go traffic on the Ryan, the temperature is 90 degrees and the humidity is 90 percent, and you have no A/C, you can get a little annoyed.
i met anna marie at about 11am on April 25, 2002. i said goodbye to her for the next two and a half months at about 6am on June 20, 2002. it feels like so much longer than 2 months.
i just don’t know what the time apart is going to be like. and i don’t say that i don’t know because i’m hiding something — i say it because i honestly don’t know. my time with anna marie has been effortless, natural, easy. it was never really like we were “going out” — we were just together. it seemed logical.
now we have more than 2 months apart, and when we come back, she’ll be downtown for med school. she doesn’t know how busy that’ll make her. getting from Ev, IL downtown isn’t hard, but she might just not have the time. we’re left without answers.
i’m not really uncomfortable with typing “we.”
she is sad. it hasn’t sunk in for me yet. i know it will. it will be like the feeling a few days after Laurel when it feels like someone is slowly scooping your lifeblood out of you.