I went to visit Andy at the end of September, and before I left, Andy had mentioned possibly being able to come home in November if he gets enough time off of school.
For any normal person in a long distance relationship, this would be a really great thing.
Not having to wait until Christmas to see each other again, being able to reunite again in only a months time.
Well… for me, it was a completely different story.
Andy never gave me a firm date as to when he was coming home.
It was more along the lines of, ‘I might be able to come home in November, I don’t know though… so I’ll let you know.’
This was TORTURE for me.
I guess you can’t really understand it unless you’re in a long distance relationship.
I’ve had a few people give me shit for complaining about long distance before…
‘what’s your problem, you see him like every three months’
‘It’s not even that bad, you talk all the time, and it seems like he was just home.’
HOLD THE TELEPHONE?
Thank you so much for your opinion of my emotional state based on your monthly social media check-in with my relationship when I post a picture with Andy.
Put yourself in my shoes, and ask yourself how easy it would be to not be able to see your boyfriend for 3 months… and then see each other for 6 days… and then not see each other again for another 3 months.
Like I don’t see my mom for a week and I start not properly functioning as a human– 3 months is killer for me.
ANYWAYS. The point IS… I sometimes get in these ruts where I have a rougher time than usual.
It might be if I’m having a rough time at work, or if I’m constantly surrounded my couples, or if I’m just having a string of bad days.
The past few weeks i have been that rut, and my ‘I miss Andy’ bells were ringing uncontrollably.
So naturally, I became a huge pain in his ass.
‘Did you figure out if you’re going to be able to come home?’
‘Did your teacher tell you when you’re getting time off?’
Then it got a little worse…
‘Ugh, maybe it’s better if you just don’t come home and we wait until December’
‘I seriously don’t know if at this point I could handle you telling me that you wont be able to come home… I CAN’T DEAL’
and then worse…
‘What are you not telling me!?’
‘Are you planning on surprising me!?? If you are, STOP… just tell me! I want to know if you’re coming home!!!’
And as I got worse, he lost more patience (can you blame him? I’m a lunatic.)
‘Sarah, as soon as I know I will let you know immediately’
‘Sarah just let it be, I’m doing the best I can.’
‘Sarah! Stop freaking out! I’ll find out soon, just relax!’
‘Sarah!! Calm down!!!! Stop freaking out!’
‘I CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE.
I’M COMING HOME.
I’LL BE HOME ON MONDAY.
WE HAD THIS WHOLE F*CKING SURPRISE FOR YOU, YOUR WHOLE FAMILY WAS IN ON IT.
AND NOW ITS RUINED.
BECAUSE YOU CAN’T CHILL.
I’M COMING HOME.
CALM THE F*CK DOWN.’
Andy. is. home.
He arrived last night, and I cannot effing wait to see him.
This was the original plan:
My sister and her boyfriend were going to come over for dinner to eat Andy’s favourite food (I would have caught on at this point, why would we chose to eat Andy’s favourite food??)
And then, Andy was going to Facetime me before we were about to eat.
And my sister’s boyfriend was going to grab the phone and say ‘I guess I’ll have to eat your portion Andy.’
And Andy was going to walk through the door and be like I DONT THINK SO.
Its so corny. I love it.
In hindsight, this would have been the cutest surprise.
And I would have been very happy.
But in reality, it wouldn’t be Andy and Sarah if this surprise went over smoothly.
Andy can’t keep secrets, and I’m way to much of control freak to not know what’s going on.
So I’m just sitting here basking in my own excitement… KNOWING that I’m about to see him in just a few hours.
And I don’t need a surprise to provide me with that kind of happiness.
So thank you to Andy and my family for planning such an elaborate surprise homecoming, and I’m sorry my inability to remain sane without Andy here led to the demise of everything.
But on the bright side, we’re going to have a great dinner tonight… the WHOLE family.