Monday seems to be coming around more and more frequently. It feels as though I wake up every couple days to another Monday. Where did the weekend go? Perhaps I should document where my weekend went.

Two hours in karate class. An hour spent in grocery shopping, driving, showering and eating. Five hours talking to Julio on the phone. Six and a half hours sleeping. Two and a half hours on breakfast, getting dressed, going to the gym, showering and dressing again. 45 minutes shopping. Two hours driving to meet Carlos. An hour and a half in car with Carlos to Pittsburgh. Hour and a half walking around waiting for table in restaurant. Hour eating in restaurant. Hour walking around uncomfortably full for having eaten too much in restaurant. Half hour wandering around Loew’s Theatre. Twenty minutes watching previews for very cerebral movies. Two hours watching Bill Murray and some pretty young girl with bee stung lips wandering around Tokyo, bored, isolated and lost, but funny. An hour in car with Carlos out of Pittsburgh listening to the details of every car wreck he’s had spoken loudly over blaring 80’s music. 45 minutes driving to parents’ house. An hour showering and settling in at parent’s house. Eight hours sleeping. Four hours hanging out with my mom talking about nothing. An hour driving home. An hour grocery shopping and putting groceries away. Two hours cleaning up kitchen, talking to Maddy, starting laundry, cooking dinner and watching stories about ghosts on the travel channel. Another two hours, another shower, more ghosts on travel and more laundry. An hour catching up with Miss Kitty. Seven hours sleeping. I guess that’s where it went.

Well, I will be meeting Julio 11 days from now. I’m excited, but calm about it. The bond between us endured what has so far been a unique developmental process complete with awkwardness and arguments through phone and email. There were times that I was fairly certain I wouldn’t hear from him again. There were times that I pushed him because I was certain it would come to that and I didn’t want to get any more attached. I suppose that it could still come to that as people change and we both seem to be in a transitional mind frame of making choices about home and flying free, but I believe that our friendship will survive the transitions and that has been our sole promise to one another (other than ones involving the unlikely event that one of us wins powerball). It is a que sera, sera situation. In any case, I have taken away this lesson—my needs will always be met, but not always by whom I expect in the way that I expect.

Love to all.