Weekend.

8 days. 8 days till I move. When I knew I had 2 months to move it made things easier to accept. But now, now that it’s so close it’s becoming more and more bittersweet. But I’m ready for this new, what can I call it? Adventure. And yeah, I’m lame but I miss Sean when he’s gone. I just want to be in the same state with him so I’m ready. I haven’t packed yet but I’m a last minute kinda person anyway.

Over the weekend, Sean and I went to his hometown’s fair. And now I’m jaded. Remember how I said that I would get made fun of because I enjoyed his small town fair so much? Well, now that I experienced a bit of a bigger fair I was comparing over the weekend. You never know what you’re missing until you know. I had fun but it wasn’t the same. I did get my funnel cake and the biggest bag of cotton candy I’ve ever had so that almost made up for it. Almost.

After the fair we went to see The Butler. Such a great movie! I highly recommend.

On Saturday, Sean and I had plans to spend the whole day and evening in Saratoga Spring at the race tracks. At the last minute we decided we wanted a low key day. We decided to go to the Barge for lunch and spend some time together there. It was just what we needed. There was hardly anyone there so the bartender was highly attentive which is always nice. It was a cloudy but warm day and shortly after we left it down poured. I had an amazing pesto shrimp caprese salad.

When we got home in the evening we watched some movies on Netflix and I dreaded that the next day Sean would leave bright and early. He was on the road at 3 in the morning on Sunday.

The rest of the weekend, I spent applying to several jobs (I got a call for an interview yesterday!), cleaning, catching up on a few shows on Netflix and relaxing with the fur babies. It was a nice, long weekend but I’m reminded that this weekend is my last weekend living in New York. And I’m controlling the urge to cry.