Home Sweet Home

When you move from apartment to apartment, things aren't that hard to take care of. Sometimes they can get a little frustrating but nothing major. Try moving to a new city in a new state. Holy. Shit. I started making a list this morning of things that have to get taken care of a I about shit a goose.

I'm driving home Saturday morning. Not soon enough for me, damnit. I absolutely LOVE it here, don't get me wrong, but I miss my Wolfie and phone sex just isn't cuttin' it. Seriously. It's good but man...it doesn't compare to the real thing. That's gonna be the worst part of this...me being here and him being in Tulsa. We talked about that on the phone last night and how scared I am of the distance. He put the conversation to rest like this:

"Do you have any idea what I've gone thru to get to this place with you? You moving to Colorado doesn't scare me one bit."

Oh...my love...WAIT till I get my hands on you.

SS has a one bedroom apartment and I've been sleeping on the pull out while I've been here. She's offered to move to a two bedroom with me but Wolf and I have decided that I need to find a one bedroom on my own. He's going to help me pay for it so that when he moves up we'll have a place to live. He's DEAD set on moving up with me which just blows me away. He says he plans on moving at the first of May...whether he has a job or not. Part of me is scared by that. But another part...a much larger part...has never felt THAT wanted or loved in my life.

On the phone this morning, BFF asked if I thought we were moving really fast. My answer? Yes...but it doesn't feel wrong. In fact, nothing has ever felt this right before.