I was supposed to go home last summer. It didn't work out. So I said I'd be there in the spring. That's not working out either. My grandma is one of my best friends. If you looked up "unconditional love" in the dictionary it would be a picture of her. I like to think I got some of her traits.
She really wants to meet Jay. I know y'all must be sick of hearing me talk about him but he's my gravity. Keeps me grounded. I got sick for a long time and had to leave my job while I was doing my MBA. He's like don't worry about money, we'll figure it out, you have to finish it. I feel like gravity is always trying to bring me down. Not gonna happen.
Before this whole epidemic broke out I was looking at places to lease to start a flower shop. He wanted to open a bar but he totally supported me. He's like, we'll get yours going first.
I think I've mentioned it enough on this blog, but I haven't always been the best girlfriend. To borrow a quote from Lindsay, I'm not sitting here with angel wings. I just got lucky. Are Jay and I the perfect couple? Of course not, nothings perfect. But he's as close to being home that I can get cause I can't go home. He is actually the calm in my storm of a life. I get these panic attacks and he just rubs my back and holds my hand until they go away.
I know as soon as this mess is over and we can travel he'll take me back east. That was our plan. He keeps reminding me and his smile pulls me through.
I know we're all struggling now, being isolated, being afraid of getting sick. But we're in it together. And we will get out of it together. There will be a calm after the storm, and that's when I'll go home. : )
Sullivan out.
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