Swallowed in the Sea

I'm just gonna be real honest with you today-I'm not looking forward to he next ten weeks of my life. B is going to school (again!) in Rhode Island this summer, which leaves Els and me in limbo. Sure, we live here in South Carolina. We have a house and a few budding friendships, but when the day is done and there's no B coming home, I'm pretty sure I'm going to be lonely and a little frazzled.

Here's the truth about me: I hate being alone, and when I say "alone" what I really mean is "without B." Nothing means as much without him around. I have little motivation to make up the bed or clean the bathroom, grocery shopping and cooking (two of my favorite activities) are no fun to me when he's gone, and dessert, oh dessert-what's the use of dessert when all it does is remind me of he who enjoys it infinitely more than I can imagine? Okay, I'll own it-I'm a hopeless romantic. I love my husband so much more now than the day I married him, I'm not even sure I knew what love was back then.

Our other options for the summer are staying in Athens (which is quite tempting) and going to Rhode Island with B. The problems with these are the aforementioned house complete with cats and bird who cannot feed themselves, and new friendships that I would hate to see whither and die from neglect. Also, we would live in a hotel room in RI. So what are we two girls to do? A little bit of all three, I think. I want to keep our roots planted here on the isle o' ladies, but I do love me some Athens, and, above all, I'd rather live in a hotel room with B than in nicer accomodations without him.

"Nobody said it was easy; nobody told me that it would be this hard." -Coldplay (saw them in ATL this weekend and it was amazing, hence all the references)