too far for my taste

I miss my boyfriend. I miss him a lot.

{^On his Mom's beautiful property in his hometown.}

^Italian cooking course

He's in NYC this week for work and while I've been sending him pictures of my chicken & bean dinner I made... he's been replying with images of him at rooftop parties in the building adjacent to the Empire State Building. Ha, kinda takes the wind out of my "yummy, 5-minute, all from the pantry" dinner I made.

{^Hitting the town }
But really, this is his first business trip since we have lived in the new place. And having him so far away when he's my roommate is much different than when we dwelled separately.

{^HAHA, he's SO unamused by my dancing in the moonlight! }

I miss him asking about my day (he always does). I miss him laughing as I tell him how bad all his dirty clothes smell. I miss him coming through the door in the evening and saying "Yes! Being here with you is what I've been looking forward to all day!".

I miss him making fun of me for my choice in XXL lounge clothes and grumbling when I decide to wax in front of him (the process frightens him to pieces. I'm not sure if it's due to the carafe of hot wax on the counter, the strips of fabric on my face or him reminiscing about the days that he didn't know I did any of that stuff and rather, just appeared done-up for our date.). And, I most miss his outstretched arm, palm up hand and little smile- silently telling me to come sit closer to him on the couch.

{^Urban Hiking the weekend before Christmas }

{^Early morning fishing trip on my Dad's boat at his cabin. }

So for those reasons and a few more:
Please come home soon, roommate!