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A Melancholy Weekend Part II

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I should take this opportunity to mention that we have been dancing around the topic of making our relationship more permanent. I haven’t blogged about this because I don’t want to provide an opening for anyone to think of him as an opportunist. I also don’t want to put a lot of pressure on the natural development of our relationship. The reality of the situation is that he’s not a permanent resident and his sponsorship fell through, meaning he’ll need to go back to Turkey at the end of August when his Visa expires… unless of course, he finds another sponsor, or we get married. At first I thought this would be no big deal, that he could go back to Turkey and apply for a new Visa, and be back here in a few months. But, that’s not the case since Turkey has a mandatory military service which he would have to complete upon returning. We would be looking at two years before he could make it back, and have you been reading my blog posts about this guy? Wouldn’t I be crazy to let someone this amazing walk out of my life like that? I think so, and so the idea of marriage has been in the back of my mind lately.

In an effort to take things as slow as possible between now and August, there’s been a lot of talking around marriage. I want to make sure that I’m confident in my decision if it comes down to that.  I’m analyzing every little piece of our relationship. I’m asking a lot of questions to make sure we’re fundamentally compatible and that we want the same things out of life. I’m making sure we both have the ability to compromise, and that my friends all get a good feeling from him. I want to know that both of our needs are acknowledged and met.

So, if it seems like what I’m writing about is jumping around right now, or that I’m really picking things apart… I am, and now you know why.

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The end of our last conversation about his friends lead into another…

Near the end of the day yesterday we were becoming increasingly bored with the overcast weather and we contemplated heading back to his place, but we knew we wouldn’t be alone since his best friend, best friends fiancé, and his friend Can were there.

I hadn’t seen my new man since last weekend, and I desperately wanted to have a fun day just the two of us. I wanted to show him that it’s just as fun to hang out with me as it is to be with his friends… that was a major fail. I’m really bad at finding things to do when the weather is poor. I think I need to work on my “fun factor”.

Anyway… we wanted some privacy. We haven’t had sex in a week, and we wouldn’t have another opportunity for at least a week, possibly two.

I was saying that I really wished I wasn’t living with my mom right now so that we had someplace to be “intimate” and just alone. He took that opportunity to inform me that GF had “heard us” a couple of weeks ago when we thought they were sleeping. Oops. That definitely ruled out attempting to go back to his place.

But… what I didn’t really expect was when he said “I think we should get our own place”.

Somewhere earlier in the conversation it was mentioned that the boys would have to alter their living arrangements once BFF & GF are married… and of course, I know the idea of us getting married has been on both of our minds, but I was still really surprised when he brought up the idea of us living together. I guess that was probably his way of gauging my reaction, testing the waters for a bigger conversation.

What was more telling to me though, is that I didn’t even flinch. I just said “okay”. I didn’t get nervous, my heart didn’t skip, my stomach didn’t tense up. I was calm, I was collected, and I was completely at ease with the idea of sharing a life with him.

Why Vacation Was a Bust

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My vacation started off fantastic. I picked up This Broken Heart Has Hope at the airport and the next day, along with my friend Wayne, we jetted off (aka drove) to British Columbia’s lake country.

The sun was shining, the company and conversation was fantastic (as was the music!), and we had three days sitting lakeside ahead of us.

When we found our campground and got set up, we didn’t waste any time before mixing up the sangria. (Remember, I had barely drank anything for weeks prior!)

The first day, the lake was fantastic. We read, we talked, we swam, we drank, we ate fresh Shuswap fruit, and the highlight: we had a visit from Msbrookie. It was relatively short as she was on her way home from her own family holiday, but it was the perfect change for me to catch up, and for TBH to meet, a fellow blogger.

That day of vacation was the best day. It was perfect.

The next day the clouds rolled in and with it came a light rain. It made the lake and the mountains look serene, but it was cool and sitting by the water wasn’t quite the same, so we decided to head home the next day, one day early.

The trip home was actually quite nice. Well, for me anyway. I was driving so I was spared from being stuffed into the back seat with all of our luggage. We stopped at two wineries on the way home and stocked up on wine (I bought two bottles of white, what’s up with that?!) and fresh fruit which I sliced up and froze when I got home (I’m so smaht).

The next day was when things broke for me. TBH and I had a day to ourselves to do whatever, but I couldn’t think of anything to do! I don’t live in an overly vibrant city and I now realize why none of my Vancouver friends ever come to visit me! We spent our day perusing a book store and having lunch with LS, one of my BFF’s, who’d wanted to meet TBH. It was a nice day, but I felt it left something to be desired, and I felt guilty I couldn’t think of anything more entertaining to do before TBH left.

The next morning, I awoke with a swollen throat, the beginning of what was to turn into a nasty cold which would last the remainder of my vacation. I dropped TBH off at the airport, and continued on to the ‘burbs to get a pedicure with LS and begin my six day stint babysitting her kids.

…and that was how I spend the rest of my vacation. Sick, unable to breath and constantly blowing my nose, whilst chasing after an energetic puppy and three-thankfully-well behaved children.

Needless to say, I am glad to be back home now. Back to my bed and my routine, and back to eating healthy. I didn’t eat very well while camping (FAIL!), it was like all of my plans completely abandoned me when vacation started… and I didn’t eat much other than granola bars and popsicles while I was sick.

But, there is one good thing to come from it. I lost weight! It was less than one pound (.6 lbs to be exact!) but it was enough to put me under my first mini-goal, a number I’ve been striving to see for weeks now.

Honestly, I’m just glad I didn’t GAIN weight on vacation!

And so… while my vacation was a whole was a bit of a bust, it started off with a bang and many highlights followed it up…

…the best of blogger friends, fine wine, fresh fruit, cold sangria, a pedicure, time with children I adore, and checking off a mini weight loss goal.