Just One Little Thing...

Despite the hiatus, this morning I have something to say.

spiceboy has been in Pittsburgh since the beginning of December, tending to things at Spice World. Because of his schedule, it's almost impossible for him to get back to New York. And because of my schedule, it's almost impossible for me to get back to Pittsburgh. As you can probably tell, this is not an ideal situation.

For the most part, I've been doing okay with it. I just go about my days and try not to think about it too much. I also try to look on the bright side at all of the silly things I can do when he's gone:

When he's gone, I can get up in the morning and turn on very last light in the apartment and blast the radio while I'm showering.

When he's gone, I can go to the bathroom with the door open.

When he's gone, I can fling my wet towels across the bed and it doesn't bother anyone.

But sometimes, like now, when I walk out the bathroom and I can see the sun shining off of the buildings across the street and I can hear the constant noise of the city outside, I can't help but notice how still the apartment is.

And then it hits me like a wave.

When he's gone, I miss him terribly.