Half-time is over, on to Round 2.

     I was tempted to name this blog "The Exodus" seeing as that means a "departure" (of a large number of people) but I felt like it was getting too biblical with my first blog being "the beginning," so I had to be a little more creative.
   Ahhh now comes the dreadfully sad part that is 8 to 9 months out of the year of our relationship; the distance part. We are keenly aware that we are not the only couple that spends their college days away from each other and maintains a healthy relationship while doing so. We also know that everything will be fine once it all gets going, we just need to get back into the swing of it. (I should probably stop saying 'we' and add a little more 'I' seeing as he's not quite the emotional marshmallow that I tend to be) But all these things don't make my egocentric self any more excited to bound down I-64 to Evansville as my Ethan heads the other direction to Louisville.
   We said our goodbyes last night, same as we would any other weekend, but the weekends going back after break always need a little softer goodbyes.  And I know it's pathetic because I literally will be home for a 3 day weekend this coming weekend, but I still cried pulling out of his driveway for what today would represent. Today/tomorrow means back to routine and back to days when we may not get to talk and may not get to text and may have to wait till the next day to tell whatever random story we've been reminding ourselves to tell the other. Yes, I'll be home on many weekends (too many according to E-ville folks, not enough to G-ville folks) but it isn't the same as staying up till wee hours of the morning doing whatever and then going home and sleeping only to get up the next day and do it again.
     For Ethan it isn't the physical 'being away from home' issue that haunts him as we go back. It's the mental stress of all that he has waiting for him before Spring Break and certainly before May rolls around. Wednesdays, in my opinion, are his worst. I'm anxious to see what his Wednesdays look like this semester because getting over the emotional wreck of Wednesdays is usually a feat every week.
     So we're suiting up for the next leg of this collegiate race tomorrow and preparing to hit the ground running. This may be a little difficult however because over the break (parental note here- because I was up till wee hours of morning and never slowing down) I came down with mono and strep.  I'm doing great now (yes, Dad  I know it's still in the system for 6 months, I'm resting) but now Ethan is starting to feel a little lousy. Probably in part to the fact that while I was down with mono, he was still up and going and not slowing down and concluded it all by leading an all-nighter youth lock-in. I'm not saying he has mono or anything of the sort so don't quarantine him, but his immune system of steel could use some rest, vitamin C, and prayers.
  Here's hoping for a long night's sleep, a quick and pain-free semester, and two sparkling 4.0's :)

"The roots of education are bitter, but the fruit is sweet." -Aristotle 

From smelly 8128B with love
Elaine