a case of the blands

The calendar is nearing the mid-July 20's, which means my vacation is spiraling down to the end. It's always a drag to talk about the end of a vacation when there a few days remaining, but because I'm usually a drag, I am thinking about it right now. I will be an emotional topsy-turvy next week, and though I consider myself an expert at goodbyes, I am attached to Oregon right now and will be sad to fly away and leave her behind. At the other side of the country, however, is my "so much more than a boyfriend" boyfriend, Steve. I've been missing him since he dropped me off at the airport in West Palm Beach, Florida. Coming and going from one home to another is so tough -- you'd think leaving love to visit more love would be easy as pie -- but it is hard on me! Why do I have to be such a wanker?