It’s 1:23am Pacific Time. My friend Steve will pick me up at 4am to bring me to the BART station in Bay Point, where I will start my journey for the week. I’m flying to Philadelphia to spend the week with Zach. For the first time in so many years, I will be taking some time off of work. And there couldn’t be any more fitting way to spend it than with someone that I care about.
Anyway, I’ve been visiting my blog for the past two days, just browsing through it. I noticed that I haven’t really been writing anything except updates on major things that recently happened to me. And on those two days, I’ve only been looking at the main page, scrolling up and down, thinking to myself, “What should I write about?”. I couldn’t think of any.
I feel like I entered an entirely new world, as soon as I crossed the Nevada-California border. There hasn’t been any interest on my part to update my blog. Before, I could think of so many ways to tweak my layout. I believe that I have left all of that in Jersey. I don’t know why. *sigh*
Anyway, as I am counting the hours before I take a shower and prepare for my flight, I cannot help but compare my life here in California and my life in New Jersey. So many things have changed. I have lost interest on a lot of things. Now, all I do is work and go home, relax, go online, chat online with friends, go to sleep and then wake up. It’s a vicious and unexciting cycle.
Thursday is nothing but a day now. The excitement of the coming weekend has died. My excitement now lies in the fact that Zach calls me in the morning before he goes to work. It’s usually 11am Eastern time which is 8am Pacific time. We’re both on our way to work. And by 8pm Pacific time, he calls me on his way home from work. It’s almost clockwork. I’m not complaining. I do love the fact that we get to talk to each other at least twice a day. Although, it doesn’t make up for the distance that separates us.
But I guess, life’s like that. It’s never easy. Who said it was easy? Well, I’m just wishful thinking. Maybe, someday, life will become a little less complicated for me. Oh well.
It’s 1:41am. I’m thinking, “Should I take a nap and wake up at 3:30am?”. *sigh*. I don’t know. “Will I be able to wake up?”. Maybe not. I’ll just push it. Maybe writing will keep me company. So, if you’re reading this, thank you for putting up with my blabbering.
I am excited to get on that plane and see Zach again, a month after I left Jersey. Will I ever move back to Jersey? Who knows? All I know is, I am thankful that we’ve made it this far.
I wonder. Does he ever think of me as much as I think of him? Is it a fair question to ask? Should I even be asking that question?
Almost at the same time, we experienced major changes in our lives. Both our careers are key elements. I was moving back to California. He started training for his job in Philadelphia. Right now, he’s enjoying his job. His training ended and he’s actually working now. I sense his passion for his job. He loves it.
I remember when I started my very first job. It consumed me with passion and dedication and love for the job.
Now, I realize that it’s not only the distance that separates us. It is painful to realize that there is a generation gap between us. He’s on his way up. I’ve been on that road and back.
Then again, I remember the times when we were together. Our precious moments.
Love knows no bounds, distance or gaps.
It’s 2:02am. Another hour more and I’m going to hit the shower and prepare.
By the way, I do apologize if I seemed to have abandoned my blog. I haven’t. Thank you for putting up with me.
Like I said, my life is under construction. Pardon my mess.