Empty Nest Syndrome

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I dropped Chris off at DFW this morning for his flight to Los Angeles. We had breakfast at Whataburger, and something there made me kind of sick . Still, I think some of it was psychosomatic.

This afternoon I got a call from Chris saying that he arrived well, and had made it to the ship, gaining a ride from some cute bears. It sounds like he's going to have a great time. I, of course, am jealous.

Still, it's his just rights, he couldn't go with me to Boston, and he needs to burn vacation days, so he made his choice of them. A boat full of gays, several hundred of them bears. For as much as I'm saying I don't like the idea of a cruise, the more he got excited, I got interested.

So I'm here, in the house, alone. Even though I've lived here for 10 months, and visiting for longer, there's still the feeling that this is Chris' house. I live in Chris' house, with Chris' dog, Joey. It's not that Chris is not happy to share his house, or not happy to have me live here, but with him being gone, it feels very strange.

Yep, I'm already missing him.

Still, as I was driving back home I saw a sign of hope. It said, "McRib is back at McDonalds."

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Somewhat. It's more up to Chris, as I don't have equity, and my finances aren't that great right now. I think in the short term we'll be here. Long term, we'd more likely move to another city.