Fun times to be had!
Just flew back from a roadtrip helping the BF move across the continent to sunny and beautiful SoCal. It was really fun but surprisingly stressful. Between worrying the car was going to explode hauling his prized possession and making sure we would get to our destination in time for my flight, we definitely had some tense moments sitting next to one another. We could have made better preparations, but being cheap and easy is usually our modus operandi.
I love road trips. There is something about being out in the road looking at the changing landscapes and finding random local eccentricities that I truly enjoy.
Highlight for me was the food from each region. Sampled various Philly Cheesestakes, An all American Diner in St. Louis, BBQ from Texas, Fish tacos from SoCal.
We also collected specialty brew beers from each state we stopped at getting to sample them when we finally made it to our destination in celebration of a mission success.
Amid fart jokes and being silly and romantic we had heart wrenching
conversations about when we would see each other again and what we have
planned for our future. Followed by bouts of silence. Silences I find reflective and he frustrating.
This ordeal has shown me, despite our differences we are definitely good for each other. And I know I'm really going to miss him.
Just flew back from a roadtrip helping the BF move across the continent to sunny and beautiful SoCal. It was really fun but surprisingly stressful. Between worrying the car was going to explode hauling his prized possession and making sure we would get to our destination in time for my flight, we definitely had some tense moments sitting next to one another. We could have made better preparations, but being cheap and easy is usually our modus operandi. 
I love road trips. There is something about being out in the road looking at the changing landscapes and finding random local eccentricities that I truly enjoy.
Highlight for me was the food from each region. Sampled various Philly Cheesestakes, An all American Diner in St. Louis, BBQ from Texas, Fish tacos from SoCal.
We also collected specialty brew beers from each state we stopped at getting to sample them when we finally made it to our destination in celebration of a mission success.
Amid fart jokes and being silly and romantic we had heart wrenching
conversations about when we would see each other again and what we have
planned for our future. Followed by bouts of silence. Silences I find reflective and he frustrating.This ordeal has shown me, despite our differences we are definitely good for each other. And I know I'm really going to miss him.
