This is one of the pictures I sent to my boyfriend today. It’s laundry day, which means I get to do nothing at all but shove my laundry in, wait, put it in the dryer, wait, rinse and repeat. So it’s onesie time!
Bought for me by my friend and his then girlfriend, they sent this from the US to me. It’s an XXL, but it still isn’t tall enough for that perfect fit. It fits, just barely, length wise. That’s how tall I am.
It’s also day 3 of my ‘separation’ with my boyfriend and I’m just somewhat hanging in there.
No, we didn’t break up. His ship is currently underway and that means our first break of near continuous contact since mid-August. Rather than talk every day for hours on end (with the exception of duty days) I now spam his work email with rambles and pictures to help me cope. It’s been 2 days since I heard from him.
But why date someone in the military if you can’t cope with this? I’m coping, slowly. I honestly didn’t know what I was getting myself into when I told him I liked him, but now I feel he’s more than worth it waiting for. I’m taking these underways (I know this isn’t technically a real word…) as tests so that I can adjust to when he finally gets deployed coming summer.
It’s only 7 more days, which means I already survived 3! And his next underways are supposedly only 3-5 days instead, so that’s good, right?
Honestly, I’m a lot more optimistic than I ever thought I could be. I’m secretly a little proud of myself.
Please revel in the joy that is owl onesie!