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australian_joe to cuddle with this morning. There is no longer an australian_joe to cuddle with. This is sad-making. But I'll be far more mopey tomorrow, when it will no longer be true that I saw/cuddled with him in the morning. I think parting may be getting harder. But, as he's noted, I think we are also getting better with coping (although having spent two months local to him recently, although not with him every night, makes three weeks entirely too short). And the time very definitely feels much too short.
Three weeks is... not enough time when one wants one's sweetie to meet (or spend more time with) everyone that one thinks is nifty. Even when one does not succeed with this intention. And I really need to remember how sad it makes me to not get some nebulous definition of 'enough' (amount and frequency) time with him when he's here. Really, truly.
Certified copies of one's passports take _far_ more time than expected. And, as of Tuesday (probably), that will be all I'm waiting on to apply for a skills assessment. However, it's possible that the certified copies of my birth certificate (which I have, and also needed) may be enough to start the process. I hope. At least some changes in the visa point system (as of Sept 1, 2007) have meant that I don't have to have the visa application started before my next birthday in order to have enough points to apply for an skilled, independent, permanent visa, so there's way less urgency than there _could_ be.
My memory works in what are apparently strange and unsettling ways. I'm still not sure what to do with this (well, other than use methods I've spent a lifetime forming in order to reduce how much this fact gets in the way of living my life while minimizing negative effects on others). I continue to contemplate this concept.
It is much, much, much easier to work through difficult things without distance and sad wrists/minimal typing getting in the way. Being able to talk in person and being able to _touch_ are very, very, very, very important. At least for me. And sometimes, working through some things helps figure out other things, in sorta a 'coming at them from the side' kind of way.
I'm going to be trying to drive to and from work one day a week starting next week. At worst, I figure I can stop mid-way in either direction and take a break. And it'll _still_ take less time than either the train or the shuttle from Alewife. And I hope I can do it. It's possible, at least!
This apartment is far, far too humid. Stupid attic.
I keep getting Eric's Song stuck in my head. But it's ok, because I like it. And have it, so I can get it back out of my head, too.
I dislike that I appear to have developed a stress habit of poking at the not-yet-fully-healed hole in my mouth. It _can't_ be helping it to heal!
australian_joe to cuddle with this morning. There is no longer an australian_joe to cuddle with. This is sad-making. But I'll be far more mopey tomorrow, when it will no longer be true that I saw/cuddled with him in the morning. I think parting may be getting harder. But, as he's noted, I think we are also getting better with coping (although having spent two months local to him recently, although not with him every night, makes three weeks entirely too short). And the time very definitely feels much too short.Three weeks is... not enough time when one wants one's sweetie to meet (or spend more time with) everyone that one thinks is nifty. Even when one does not succeed with this intention. And I really need to remember how sad it makes me to not get some nebulous definition of 'enough' (amount and frequency) time with him when he's here. Really, truly.
Certified copies of one's passports take _far_ more time than expected. And, as of Tuesday (probably), that will be all I'm waiting on to apply for a skills assessment. However, it's possible that the certified copies of my birth certificate (which I have, and also needed) may be enough to start the process. I hope. At least some changes in the visa point system (as of Sept 1, 2007) have meant that I don't have to have the visa application started before my next birthday in order to have enough points to apply for an skilled, independent, permanent visa, so there's way less urgency than there _could_ be.
My memory works in what are apparently strange and unsettling ways. I'm still not sure what to do with this (well, other than use methods I've spent a lifetime forming in order to reduce how much this fact gets in the way of living my life while minimizing negative effects on others). I continue to contemplate this concept.
It is much, much, much easier to work through difficult things without distance and sad wrists/minimal typing getting in the way. Being able to talk in person and being able to _touch_ are very, very, very, very important. At least for me. And sometimes, working through some things helps figure out other things, in sorta a 'coming at them from the side' kind of way.
I'm going to be trying to drive to and from work one day a week starting next week. At worst, I figure I can stop mid-way in either direction and take a break. And it'll _still_ take less time than either the train or the shuttle from Alewife. And I hope I can do it. It's possible, at least!
This apartment is far, far too humid. Stupid attic.
I keep getting Eric's Song stuck in my head. But it's ok, because I like it. And have it, so I can get it back out of my head, too.
I dislike that I appear to have developed a stress habit of poking at the not-yet-fully-healed hole in my mouth. It _can't_ be helping it to heal!
