New York

Upon finding out that Tim would leave for NY March 27, I immediately found myself searching for a calandar. Counting down the days I had until he would be gone for what seems an infinite amount of time. About 4 weeks to give him a reason to unpack his bags. I have begun a playlist of songs Ill put on a cd for him to listen to & probably ignore on his journey north. We don't necessarily agree on music. But though Im a pretty raw person, I say what I mean even when I don't mean to, I find these few songs able to do it in a way that I won't be able to come March 27th.

At the mention of this strange place, I am vulnerable in a way I have never been before. I can't control this move. I can't help him the way I want to; I cant pick up after him, give him advice, listen to his venting, talk about movies and books Ive read lately. How will I know him when he returns? Will he have taken on that God awful attitude characteristic to northerners? I pray that that attitude is what separates him from the women there. Their high pitched, fast talking, terrible voice is sure to be a repellent for Tim, it will sound so opposite of mine.

I chose Tim for a hundred dozen reasons. One, very high on the list, was that I knew he would never leave my side, he was so eat up with me. I was wrong..