Catherine

There's nothing that makes me sadder than having to leave someone at an airport. That feeling has defined a huge part of my life, it seems.

On Wednesday, I flew to DC. Dan drove me to the airport. We were both crying; trying to make excuses for me not to go. I'm only going to be gone for a week, but we seriously can't even handle that. I cried basically until I got to DC. And then got sick right as we were landing on the plane, which made me cry again because I was so embarrassed and still sad over leaving Dan for a week. I basically held back tears all of Wednesday when I got here.
Thursday I went to this museum in DC about the history of news. Except all of the news seemed to be bad news, and I really couldn't handle it after 2 hours of being there. I was in the last exhibit, which was Pulitzer Prise Photography. Every single photo was of some American War, or tragedy. I lost it, cried, called my mom in the bathroom of the museum.

I talked to Dan on the phone before we fell asleep last night for almost two hours. We pretty much decided that we obviously can't handle being separated for more than 2 days, and if one of us goes on vacation somewhere, the other one is going too.


In other news, I'm having a lot of fun hanging out with my cousin here, and I'll write about that some other time.

School is getting harder every day.
I look at pictures of the sea, and of small fishing towns over and over to escape. I'm constantly checking real estate in towns I dream of living in - as if I could just get up and go now. But looking at these pictures only makes it worse. I've been thinking about it a lot, and I'm pretty sure that when I graduate, I'm going to live in a town like Menemsha, MV for a while. I went there last summer, (and returning in two weeks) and it was the best feeling I've ever gotten by just being somewhere. I'll learn to fish well, and sail. It'll be cheap living, and a break from this shit city that people can somehow call a good life.

I just got back from a weekend at the beach house, where I was rejuvenated. Now I am in the city and once again decaying.

I love our mini weekend roadtrips.
We went to New York to visit his mom and to hangout on mountains. On Friday we went hiking and sat on the top of a waterfall - it was absolutely amazing.

Also, I think I take for granted how much of a gentleman Dan is. I don't take it for granted, really. I just don't think about it much. But honestly, he is such a gentleman. Ever since I've known him, and to this day, he has held every single door for me. In the winter when I am cold and we are walking in the city, he offers his jacket. The other day, Mike and us walked to Newbury St. from BU, and on the walk back it started pouring - and Dan took off his button up and gave it to me to use as an umbrella. He really is the best.