A return...

P has returned to this old city of mine. As happy as I am, it seems almost bittersweet for the both of us. For her having to find her routine with work and everything else. I've decided to stay out of her way for a while until she finds herself again. As of now things just need to stay a little separated.

These past 2 days have gone well for the most part. Picked her up form the airport and we followed the plan I had for us. It went well. Today was very enjoyable as well. After mass @ Copley and food in the foodcourt. We took a leisurely ride on the Swan Boats and then toured some Tiffany glass paintings in a church on Arlington St.. Afterwords we toured Fenway Park. Granted I should have knew she'd be half dead through most of the afternoon. I dropped her off at home for a nap and time for herself. I hope she settles in fairly well.

Word of the Day: fine

I'm just fine I guess. Granted the nature of P and my relationship has sort of taken a more slower approach. I do think it's a step in the right direction. The absence of fast burning time and energy while we're together isn't a negative thing I suppose. If I were my former self I'd take it as a sign things wouldn't work out in the end of all this. Part of me still thinks of these things. But I fear not. For I know I have my life to deal with as well as she hers.

For now I've manage to work my way through Doom 3 and it's not something for the faint of heart. I play it sporadically for it's slightly overworked my imagination and transposed itself into my dreams. Not fun when you wake up fearful and full of dread. I guess it's time to put my house in order and wait. I have many ideas and plans. But still uncertain on how to deal with them or start things up. I'll make my start to conquer it all in the morning.

I'm happy P is back. She seems to be too. But I can tell something is bothering her. Maybe she's just tired form the trip. Or I'm not seeing the whole picture. I suppose time will reveal all things.