It’s like a backyard BBQ… for your hair!

Ah Sunday. It started out so good.

We had been told a few days ago that we would be going out for breakfast on Sunday as a farewell thing for me, but as most plans seem to go, this one didn’t go any further than just words. But it was all good, I was happier with it that way, it meant that Jake and I could spend our time eating cereal in bed instead. I love that. Best way to eat I tells ya.

We showered and then went for a walk around the apartment complex parking lot, trying to see if Jake’s car was somewhere there. It wasn’t, but I got cool pictures of cats, and Jake found a magnetic clip thing and a bell. He’s weird, so he kept them. I keep more sensible things, like Jake’s jumper (sweater, whatever). It’s all big and blue and makes me feel little and like my Jake is nearby and so I’ve been wearing it as much as possible since I left.

We spent our last few hours just laying in bed, being all snuggly and close (and snotty and gross, but that’s not the point!) and it was just the most lovely time. Then we had soup. Soup is SO GOOD when you’re all congested. Mmm soup. And we watched a bit of the Food Network till it was 2pm and time to leave.

The ride to JFK airport was tough. I felt so ill (from the sickness and the sudden breaking of the driving… and also from thinking about the fact that I would have to leave his side) and so I just concentrated on soaking in as much of Jake’s Jakeness as possible. And also the pretty trees and such.

When we got to New York, I could actually see things, unlike when I was picked up a month ago. There were buildings and signs and things and it was all just… a place that I wouldn’t wanna go really.

We checked in my bag and because only people with tickets are allowed to the gate, we just went and sat downstairs where the food places were, and the two peoples I was with had Subway. I couldn’t, was too nervous to eat. Nervous and concentrating on not crying yet, coz I knew as soon as I started I wouldn’t be able to stop.

I was right about that. When the time came, Lisa gave me a big hug and that got me crying, and then I had to turn to Jake and say goodbye to him. I know its not permanent, not by a long shot, but I think that makes it harder. Knowing I’ll see him again, but not knowing when, and also knowing that I will have to say goodbye to him again and again. That was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, releasing the tight grip I had around his waist and walking away. Jake said to just go when I was ready… and I don’t know if my mouth managed to form the words, but I attempted to say that I’d never be ready. And I wasn’t. As I was going through the security bit I could see that Lisa and Jake were standing right there looking at me, but I couldn’t look, I would’ve run back and not let go this time.

And then once they were out of sight I sank to the ground (thankfully there was a seat right there lol) and just cried and cried and contemplated running out of there and back to where I should’ve been but that would’ve just been stupid… right? Right. Fucking being sensible. It’s painful.

The flight to LA was good. Short, good food (beef bits with beans and greek salad and a coffee cake thing for dessert… MMMM! SO GOOD! <–giada!) and they gave us some night time so I got to sleep a bit.

Once we were at LAX there were announcements in the plane telling me where I had to go but I was deaf by this point so I had no idea. (I was deaf coz of the cold making my ears really blocked, and the descent putting pressure on them and making hearing rather very difficult) So I just latched on to the first other passenger that I heard mention Melbourne, and just followed them.

We went onto a bus that took us across the tarmac to the other side of the giant place to where our connecting plane was. And I didn’t have to do anything about my bags, or go through customs before the international flight, or anything! It was kinda suspicious seeming but all gooey. And the bus thing was cool. I was a plane! whooooooooooosh!

Once on the other plane we got fed ‘supper’ of pasta and … other things that weren’t so good. Then we were sent to bed and it was good coz I found a way to sleep in the confined area of the single seat. Just curl my legs up to my chest and rest on my side. Mmm COMFORT! On the flight to LAX(ative) I had two seats next to me that were empty so I could SPREAD OUT like peanut butter of the human variety.

 

 

So I’ve been awake since 4am Melbourne time. The plane landed at 7:30am, got through customs in a minute (or less, I didn’t time) and then zoomy-like collected my bag and was outside waiting for mum by 8am. *claps hands* so speedy!

I got home and I really STANK coz I’d been all hot and sweaty in my kitty jumper the whole plane flight pretty much and so I had a lovely warm shower and it was all mmm I’m clean. But it was also all "awww I’m lonely" coz it was. And then once I was all clean and dry I came online and got to talk to my Jake who I had missed so incredibly. That chat made me cry many many times. Crazy being all emotional. Especially when he says things like "we are forever, all we have to do is wait" *whimpers*

After all that I wrote  the previous entree and then DRAGGED myself out of the house, all dressed in clean clothes and with a bag of stuff that be presents and pictures of the man who is mine. Everything makes me cry! I don’t like being so emotional that one word or something will set me off into a whole bunch of tears. It’s not fun!

Jenn made me meet her outside of Kmart, and so I was out there waiting for like 15 minutes at least, and this lady was talking to me the whole time about alll sorts of things like people who talk to absolute strangers do. I also handed in my film, for collection tomorrow after my dentist appointment (hopefully that way Petie may pay… it’ll be a bit much money otherwise) and then you people can see randoms. Yeah. Randoms. w00t.

When Jenn finally saw me she let out this really loud high-pitched scream that scared me a lot but thankfully I had registered it was her before I heard the noise so I didn’t run away. I just had a Jenn give me giant hugs. w00ty! It’s cool, she totally understands what I’m going through at the moment because she is going through the exact same thing, her man left for home a few days ago so we are both highly emotional and such. Not fun. But nice to have someone that understands fully.

She came back here and I showed her an american ad that features Speed Racer and then after a dinner of delicious thai green chicken curry I drove her home and we just enjoyed singing along to the moosicness.

Title is from a random StrongBad thing we watched earlier.

My bed is covered in stuff from my suitcase. I have to unpack soon enough. Bah.

I want a Jake to hug while I fall asleep tonight.

I want a Jake there all the time. Not just a Jake, but MY Jake. Mine.

Patience is key. Just have to remember that…