Soooo a year ago I was saying "he's moving here in a year!" Seems like 5 minutes later I'm thinking "He'll be here in a few weeks"... shit!

I've felt spoilt rotten this year - so far, he's already visited 3!! times, that's what? 2 weeks apart each time? I almost feel like the distance is already over haha. He'll be back again in a few weeks for one more organisational visit, back down again, and then back up with his kitty cat. And then, it's all done!

He flew up on Tuesday night to go to a course advice day on Wednesday. He happened to meet some of his mates on the plane (lucky or what?) who were all going to a party... so he calls me up right before they take off to tell me we're going along too. It was awesome hanging out drinking with his friends but I sort of regretted it as I had work in the morning. Needless to say I didn't get much sleep but it was worth it.

HE GOT EVERYTHING FOR UNI SORTED! So there's a huge stress off our shoulders, and he's all enrolled for the year, so no turning back now. Resigned from his job, given his flat notice, arranged shipping of his motorbike, given away/sold/stored most of his furniture... only thing left is to book his one-way flight. (ONE WAY!!) Luckily NZ airfares are relatively cheap and we're both reasonably well-off at the moment so that's not a problem.

*deep breath* It's really happening...