I live in the Pacific Northwest in the United States and we've been getting some unseasonably warm weather here. It's always cold and rainy during the fall and winter seasons. But summer has been sticking around a lot longer than usual this time. This is known locally as an Indian summer. The reason I'm talking about this is because the nicer weather has been a major contributing factor to boyfriendish and I spending so much time together. We live about twenty miles apart and driving to see each other in the pouring rain and freezing cold just wouldn't be ideal or safe. Though he does stay over at my place regularly (or me at his) and we've even considered becoming roommates, but nixed that idea after we deducted it wouldn't be practical long-term, which I'll elaborate on in another entry.
However, thanks to this warm and sunny weather we've been getting throughout fall, driving obviously hasn't been a problem for us, so we've been able to keep spending time together. With the nicer weather, comes more time spent at my family park, where we always love being at on weekends and evenings. Part of the reason I made that entry last month about being more active with writing while talking about having a nice break from talking about my trauma, was that I believed with the usual rainy weather was coming and that meant that I would be seeing boyfriendish - my biggest distraction - much less. But as I just explained, that just didn't happen.
It will soon though. Weather forecast says the rain is finally coming this Friday and will be here to stay. Boyfriendish will be staying with me all this week, but he's already said he'll be going back to his home on Friday. After which, a long period of separation between us is likely. I have mixed feelings about it. I do love having him around and will be sad when he's gone. I know we'll only be a short distance apart, but I'll still miss him. Feels like going back to work after a long vacation, silly as it may sound. But I'm also kinda glad that it's happening. I've let myself be distracted from this long enough. Hell, I may very well be paying for it badly soon if all my trauma has just been bottling up this whole time. it ought to be interesting to see what unfolds.
One way or another, I'm sure I will be writing a lot more very soon. I mean it this time.