5 weeks and counting!

It’s finally hit - I’m starting to get butterflies just thinking about it. Just 5 more weeks! Erik and I have been working like crazy trying to finance the trip and save enough cushion for when we get back next June. Today he’s working with ‘the crazies’ from 2pm till 8am tomorrow morning - and is doing the same on Saturday. It’s exhausting and we don’t get to see each other as much as we’d like - but payoff is just around the corner. It feels amazing to know that everytime I have to romance Joey’s Ahi Tuna Tacos to a table (”Seared rare ahi tuna, served a on a shredded asian salad tossed in a ginger soy vinaigrette, drizzled with lime wasabi aoili and served in a crisp gyoza taco garnished with sesame seeds red bell peppers and green onions, served with a cilantro ginger vinaigrette”) - it means one more day in the surf with my favorite man in the world. And everytime Erik puts in extra hours at the Community Psychiatric Clinic to prompt for meds, clean up vomit, scold crazies for smoking pot in their rooms or pissing on the side of a building, it was all working toward this goal that we have been aiming for for the past year. Plus, when we finally leave our Northgate apartment at the end of November, I don’t think we’ll be missing it too much - not with its diarrhea carpets and the sketch-ass creepers hanging out at the front door (if you’ve been to our place, you know EXACTLY what we mean). Don’t get me wrong - life is great right now - we have each other, we have Kar bear and Patti Cake, the D-train, Kwizzle, B.C., B. Shor, Sid, and Ryan “the porn Godfather” Adams, plus our crazy “30 pack of Milwaukee’s best is not enough” neighbors. And our families have been super supportive of the trip - even though we’re going to be gone for a whole 6 months. But we are so pumped for the trip. Whenever I tell people about what we’re doing, and they’re like “Gosh that’s awesome”, I’m like “I know…we basically rule at life.”