It was time to clear a few dinners out of the fridge...and man have we dreaded that moment. We finally decided to do it together...and as we were man-ing up, Addison pulled out his beach towel and wrapped it around his head. I looked at how ridiculous he looked, looked back at the leftovers, and decided the towel was better. He wrapped me up too. Then we had to document our ridiculousness.
I really hate working full time. It's a sick, grown-up realization when you figure out that working full time is a life commitment and totally expected of you in order to survive. It's just so much time to spend away from those most important to you. It makes me sad. Makes me wish I lived in an ancient tribe, where your job was to gather food for your family. Instead of working for someone to get money to pay for food for your family. How weird are we? So much simpler back then. I digress.
But, I think that that's what I'll remember most about Florida, is making the best out of two crazy full time schedules, and what we did with the time we had together. Working in the park is memorable, but in a different way. You truly are working with the masses everyday-people blur together with every passing hour. I try and remember and write down the ones that really touch me...but even then, I have to remember that most of the love I receive is not for me. They love what I represent.
Addison never blurs together for me. And he loves me for every aspect of who I am. We have grown stronger in this experience, and had to make up for all those we left behind in Utah.
Home is where the heart is, right?
Ps-I may just be gushing about my boyfriend because I came home to a completely cleaned apartment tonight. Major points, babe.