It's Monday. Normally Mondays aren't my thing. But this Monday? I'm not hating it.
I'm going on the world's shortest trip this week. Orlando Wednesday morning through Friday evening. Two nights, essentially two full days, as I land in Orlando via direct flight at 9:20 am. Because I am an overgrown child, I am most excited about returning to Universal to see Harry Potter World again. And to drink Butterbeer. And be somewhere warmer, staying in a kickass villa with a big old pool accessible.
I'm bringing books. A swimsuit. Capris. Sandals. Sunscreen. :-)
I just got the plane ticket last night, and this idea was just suggested last night. I'm not going with a boyfriend or anyone I have romantic interest in at all. But I'm going, and I'm insanely excited for this tiny, brief getaway from DC.
I'm excited to see if my summer clothes fit a bit better now. I'm excited because the accommodations have a really nice gym available. I'm excited to get to go play for a couple of days, with nearly no notice and nearly no time to wait around with feverish anticipation. Yay!
Second? I'm still talking to Georgia Guy. We texted all weekend long, and then he called me Sunday evening. We talked for over an hour while he finished up his two hour drive back to his current city of residence after visiting his brother. We talked about our families, our jobs, our past relationship history, general life musings.
The only thing that puts any measure of frustration into the situation is that he wasn't coming here until April. And then? He texts me late this morning to tell me he just found out he's moving here at the beginning of February instead. Apparently his move had been delayed three times already, and he thought it was going to get bumped to April, but the February date is supposedly sticking now.
Beginning of February is a whole hell of a lot sooner than April. Much more reasonable, and much more likely that we'll stay in contact until that point and finally get a chance to meet. His next task is to find somewhere to live, and he had already told me he was hoping to end up in the same city where I happen to live. Can you imagine?
It's still early, and I've had great conversations with people burn out for lesser reasons than this, so who knows. But today, it made me happy that he texted me with the news as soon as he found out. I'll take a little bit of potential and hope!
So yeah, my Monday is not so bad. And tonight I'll go to the gym and get my workout in, and I will watch the BCS bowl game, and I will make a quick stop at the store for a day of food before I go out of town. Then I will wake up very early on Wednesday to catch my direct flight, spend three days somewhere lovely, and come home to a weekend. Complaints? I don't have any today. :-)
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