I'm just now coming up for air after a week plus on the road working. A lot of time was driving and I listened to my set of Pia Mellody tapes over and over (I was also going through areas with few or no radio stations.)
P sent email on Tuesday, inquiring whether Monday's snow had prevented my departure. She called this morning (after several unsuccessful attempts to catch me yesterday - she had to work at it for quite some time before she got me.) We had a pleasant and lengthy chat, catching up on each other's week.
She's trying to find an apartment near a lake for the summer. She's trying to figure out if she can (or wants to) take advantage of a potential short term work gig sometime soon. She's researching opportunities for the winter (some things that we had talked about doing together.) She says, "I shouldn't say this, but maybe we could do that." She asks if I would want to. (It's awfully far in the future, but it's time to get the applications in.) I give a vaguely positive answer, saying that I'm always up for adventures. She says she'll submit the applications.
Before we hang up she tells me (more than once) that she's enjoyed talking to me.
After reading all that, you'd think that I'm focused on her every move. Really, I'm journaling in order to help me track what's happening.
Most of my time is spent focusing on the things I've identified that I need to do. Some of that is about GAL and taking care of myself. Some is about healing the parts of me that are broken and don't work properly in relationships.
I feel really good about a lot of things I'm doing. I'm enjoying things. Sometimes I'm thinking fond thoughts about P, sometimes I'm sad and missing her. Mostly the focus is on me. I'm trying to use this time wisely.
I had mentioned that I was giving myself a deadline of later this week to get the living room rearranged and a desk set up for myself. I'm on it!
