I wish I could show you pictures, but I failed to pack my cord and Cash's doesn't fit my camera. So next week I'll put some up.
It's ugly here. It's dry. It's windy. It's a long way from where I grew up. But it's perfect, because I get to spend time with Cash. I always thought Arkansas would be home; now I think wherever he is is home.
I feel like a little kid sometimes always gushing about my boyfriend. And I can't help but laugh at myself when I just go on and on about him. I act like I've never dated someone before. ha! But to be honest, I've never dated anyone like Cash before.
For example, I don't like to drink soda without a straw. He went to the store Sunday night to get us some popcorn, and he brought back a plethora of goodies. On top of the regular popcorn he went to get, he also bought kettled popcorn, tea packets, Dr. Pepper, and straws. Now, that might be minimal to you. But Cash doesn't like any of those. Well, maybe the tea but nothing else. And it was extraordinary to me. I love my Cash.
Jett and I have gotten along fairly well. In fact Jett and I might be tighter than Jett and Cash now. (Cash, don't hate. You know it's true.) Cash put new sheets on his bed the other night, and apparently I wasn't making the bed right, because I got to hear allll about it. So I just sat my little self in the corner while Jett came over to console me. Although he is griping at me right now from outside, because I made him go out after Cash left this morning. We may not be BFF's at the end of the day.
I took my first communion in a Lutheran church Sunday morning. Someone, whose name may or may not be Cash, failed to mention it was real wine. Okay, so he mentioned it was wine. But I didn't think he meant REAL wine! I thought maybe fake wine...I don't know. I took the glass and tilted it up, and when it hit my tongue I realized I was drinking wine...IN CHURCH! It's a small glass, the same kind we Baptists take communion with, but I didn't finish my wine. No way. No how. When we went back to the pew, I looked at him and mouthed, "I think I'm drunk." He laughed at me, but my throat was on fire. I could just hear my Baptist preachers in my mind. And it wasn't happy thoughts. (Most of this is hyperbole of course, but it skims the truth...)
I've been fed more in the past few days than ever before. Goodness these people can cook! Saturday night Aaron and Jeanne cooked us steak, grilled corn on the cob, okra, mashed potatoes, etccccc! It was all so good. Cash liked it too I guess, since he enhaled my leftovers.
We've eaten at so many restaurants already, and each one is so good. My favorite was this Thai restaurant we ate at yesterday with his friend Ross and Ross's girlfriend. I love Thai food, and one day I will wake up and find myself in Thailand. I might be 84, but I'll make it there.
So after lunch yesterday Cash showed me this shopping center by his house that I could walk to. When he was dropping me off, I just started crying. It hit me that I don't know a single person here. I don't have friends to call and just go shopping with (or swing dance with). I don't have a mom to come keep me company. I don't have a sister to sit with at basketball games. But I do have Cash. As much as I miss home, I miss him more. As much as I love home, I love him more. I think reality hit me yesterday afternoon that I'm going to have to start over with friends. It'll be hard at first, and that reality hasn't escaped me. At the end of the day, however, it's all worth it be with him.
I am super lucky though to have one friend in Midland! Jeanne left work early yesterday, and she showed me around some shopping centers. It was the nicest thing anyone could have done for me, because I was pretty down about not having friends or family here. And Jeanne is both, maybe unofficially, but it still counts!
After we stopped at a couple stores, we went to pick Lena up from the sitter's. I used to say I have the cutest niece and nephew in the world. I take it back. I have the 2 cutest nieces and the 1 most handsome nephew in the world. When we got there, I thought she was actually going to let me pick her up. She put her arms out and started walking towards me, right past Jeanne. Then she stopped and let her mom pick her up instead. Well, maybe next time...haha.
Cash will hurt me (not really, he doesn't really hurt me) if I'm not ready for lunch when he gets here in an hour. Then it's off to an afternoon at the spa! No wonder it's starting to feel like home...now if I could only find my teeth and cousin to date...