I've had my day in my pit of depression and slowly crawling out of it, so I decided I would write about my SO's visit while it's still at the front of my mind.
My Adventures started December 26th, when I asked my dad you drive me back to Manchester (where I go to college) so I could pick my SO by myself on the morning of the 27th. I think my parents were secretly pleased with this plan, as I was bouncing off the walls and being annoyingly hyper all morning I got to Manchester and got my computer set up... aaaaand what's this? My SO was online! I thought I wouldn't be able to see him as he was setting off so early, so I called him, and we talked for an hour till his taxi was due to arrive, which, if anything, made me even more hyper. He left for the airport and I spent the day blitzing my flat as my roommates, though they protest the place is messy, don't clean up after themselves. I didn't mind though, it kept me busy. I made cookies as a special reward for him passing his big engineering exam too. I could barely sleep, so I watched TV all night until it was time for me to get ready and leave.
I chatted to my taxi driver the whole way to the airport- he had 8 kids apparently, I crossed my legs at the thought of that I had got to the airport stupidly early, so I got a drink and breakfast whilst I waited, playing games on my ipod. I was excited because the boards were saying the plane from Chicago was getting in earlier then expected, so logically, I thought I would be seeing him sooner- WRONG! People were coming out of the arrivals gate in drips and drabs, and verrrrrrry slowly. The butterflies I had been feeling once the Chicago flights status changed to 'In Baggage claim" were fading, as over people found their loved ones and left. One American girl was meeting the guy standing next to me- she said they had kept her in customs for half an hour and they had pulled so many people they couldn't all fit in the room Great, I thought, he'll be the last one out of all the people they had pulled.
I waited ANOTHER half hour, and he was there The irritation I had been feeling towards him for making me wait so FREAKING LONG left me, and I ran over to him and kissed him. It was so amazing, to have my arms wrapped round him again, his arms around me, his lips on mine. I kissed him all over is face, which made him laugh, he kept saying he couldn't believe how skinny I had got (I've lost a few inches since I was in America). We stood and just held each other for the longest time, it was so surreal; it felt like I was dreaming the whole thing. I broke away, still clutching his hand, and we went to the information desk- I had taken a taxi in the morning, but I didn't know if the stupid rail strike had gone ahead, so I wanted to see if we could get a train back to my flat. But the guy was taking ages and I was getting impatient to take my boy home, so we just left and jumped in a black cab- screw the expense!
We finally got back to the flat, and errrrm events occurred and we just lay on my bed for a long time, staring at each over, clinging on to make sure it wasn't a dream or hallucination. I finally got up when his stomach started growling and went to make him his first bacon sandwich- which he loved and met his expectations, as I kept telling him they were magical I had planned to take him into Manchester for a date, but he was so tired, I decided we would postpone the date, and we just vegged out on my bed and watched TV and movies until it was time for dinner. I made him his favorite Indian food- chicken Jalfrezi, with rice and naan bread and we sat and ate holding hands He was all tuckered out, so I put a movie on and we snuggled up in my single bed and fell asleep
I will be back with the rest, there's so much to write down! Day 2 is when I started taking photos- we took 193 in all?!
My Adventures started December 26th, when I asked my dad you drive me back to Manchester (where I go to college) so I could pick my SO by myself on the morning of the 27th. I think my parents were secretly pleased with this plan, as I was bouncing off the walls and being annoyingly hyper all morning I got to Manchester and got my computer set up... aaaaand what's this? My SO was online! I thought I wouldn't be able to see him as he was setting off so early, so I called him, and we talked for an hour till his taxi was due to arrive, which, if anything, made me even more hyper. He left for the airport and I spent the day blitzing my flat as my roommates, though they protest the place is messy, don't clean up after themselves. I didn't mind though, it kept me busy. I made cookies as a special reward for him passing his big engineering exam too. I could barely sleep, so I watched TV all night until it was time for me to get ready and leave.
I chatted to my taxi driver the whole way to the airport- he had 8 kids apparently, I crossed my legs at the thought of that I had got to the airport stupidly early, so I got a drink and breakfast whilst I waited, playing games on my ipod. I was excited because the boards were saying the plane from Chicago was getting in earlier then expected, so logically, I thought I would be seeing him sooner- WRONG! People were coming out of the arrivals gate in drips and drabs, and verrrrrrry slowly. The butterflies I had been feeling once the Chicago flights status changed to 'In Baggage claim" were fading, as over people found their loved ones and left. One American girl was meeting the guy standing next to me- she said they had kept her in customs for half an hour and they had pulled so many people they couldn't all fit in the room Great, I thought, he'll be the last one out of all the people they had pulled.
I waited ANOTHER half hour, and he was there The irritation I had been feeling towards him for making me wait so FREAKING LONG left me, and I ran over to him and kissed him. It was so amazing, to have my arms wrapped round him again, his arms around me, his lips on mine. I kissed him all over is face, which made him laugh, he kept saying he couldn't believe how skinny I had got (I've lost a few inches since I was in America). We stood and just held each other for the longest time, it was so surreal; it felt like I was dreaming the whole thing. I broke away, still clutching his hand, and we went to the information desk- I had taken a taxi in the morning, but I didn't know if the stupid rail strike had gone ahead, so I wanted to see if we could get a train back to my flat. But the guy was taking ages and I was getting impatient to take my boy home, so we just left and jumped in a black cab- screw the expense!
We finally got back to the flat, and errrrm events occurred and we just lay on my bed for a long time, staring at each over, clinging on to make sure it wasn't a dream or hallucination. I finally got up when his stomach started growling and went to make him his first bacon sandwich- which he loved and met his expectations, as I kept telling him they were magical I had planned to take him into Manchester for a date, but he was so tired, I decided we would postpone the date, and we just vegged out on my bed and watched TV and movies until it was time for dinner. I made him his favorite Indian food- chicken Jalfrezi, with rice and naan bread and we sat and ate holding hands He was all tuckered out, so I put a movie on and we snuggled up in my single bed and fell asleep
I will be back with the rest, there's so much to write down! Day 2 is when I started taking photos- we took 193 in all?!
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