So. I pulled out my guitar last night. I'm so, so very rusty but I played some oldies and had a good time. I Photobooth'd my progress throughout the night and it was pretty entertaining to watch back.  I'm sad I won't be able to take my guitars with me to Virginia. My guitars, my desk, my cedar chest that was my G-Ma's, my bike... Definitely gonna have to buy a new bike. And I might just have to get a guitar too.  We'll see.

I'm also saving for Ireland in March. Or, the possibility of Ireland in March. If it doesn't work out, c'est la vie. But I reallyreallyreally want it to work out. 

"You think if I say 'Hey, come on over and take a look at these color schemes she's not gonna see right through that? Did Cary Grant say 'Come over and look at my swatches?'"

Haha. I love Sleepless in Seattle. Aw, and Cary Grant. I love him.

Whoa, it's 1:30 and I definitely need a shower. Aaand scene.

I was fully planning on coming here and pouring out all the brilliant thoughts discussed by my mom and myself tonight. But I feel emotionally drained. Maybe drained isn't a good word because it's a positive thing that I'm feeling. Emotionally... sorted. 

I have a feeling I'll continue to have my ups and downs about this relationship -at least for a little while- but I do know that ending it was for the best. I know that even though I feel very alone right now, I have hope.