41 Days until ?

I sit on my couch with my wonderful boyfriend and realize.  It will be 41 days until I put him on an airplane home.  He will be returning to his home country for an unknown length of time.  Yup, unknown. could be months, could be years.  It's all very surreal.   I never pictured myself in a long distance relationship, but now I find myself planning logistics of an eight hour time difference. There is no other option for me.  I wouldn't dream of being without him.  I will simply live my life by morning video chats and after work video chats and long emails in the middle of each others nights. No cooking each other dinner, foot rubs, snuggling, kisses, or disagreeing about politics over fast food dinners.


Tangential train of thought then says. Two days until a presentation at work.  Four days until another minor presentation at work.  Five days until a slightly more important presentation at work. Thirty-six days until a "milestone birthday."  


Tangential train of thought now leads to- I want to know how many days until ... I get married....I have a baby....I find a  fellowship... I go on vacation.  


Why is it that all of the unpleasantries (and yes that milestone birthday is unpleasant) come with a date and time to lurk over your head, but the big ones, the happy ones...you wait and see.  


Goals for the week (other than stop procrastinating over these presentations).  Plan a vacation.  Set a date to have my fellowship application ready. Go to the gym twice. 

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