Julie’s gone to Paris. After five days of packing, ranging from intense to frenzied, we drove down to the OC. I spent hours packing up my apartment and dealing with my subletter (more on that later), while she packed her bags. Her mom and I drove her to the airport. And that was that.
The change was so sudden, I feel like I was caught flat-footed. Almost all the time this summer that I didn’t spend at my job, I spent with Julie. Now all of a sudden I’ve got no job and Julie’s in Paris. It’s left me unsure of what to do with myself. (Nothing productive, I know that much.)
I’m not pining, exactly, but a lot of weird things remind me of her. The other day I saw a big spider and thought, “Julie’s afraid of spiders.” I keep finding myself with free time to call her, then remembering that she’s eight hours ahead of me.
At least I’ll be busy again soon. Right now I don’t have much to do besides wonder how she’s doing and imagine all the cool stuff she’s seeing. News can’t come fast enoguh. I wish I was there to explore the city with her.
Man, do I miss her.