100 days of alone.

One week to pack up our lives, squish it into the car and then head home.

Two weeks of long distance, technological romance, texting and Skype-ing and then I get to be with him again.

Sometimes it feels like I was just writing my "30 days before we leave" post back in September.

But most of the time it feels like these past 5 and a half months have gone by soo slow.

That every day just inched by, and each moment was a fight to keep our relationship alive.

It was good to go home at Christmas and see him for a bit.

But now its been 100 days without him, and these next 15 seem like nothing.

Atleast I'll be busy too. I have cleaning and sorting, packing and selling, driving and Easter to keep me distracted.

360 hours till I'm back where I belong.

21 600 minutes.

1 296 000 seconds.

Give or take a few hours.

But who's counting?

:)