  Well, well. These days have been passing by way too quickly. Truly a Tina-like "unbeliiiieeeevable" worthy. All last week, while I was residing in lack of estrogen and (as urlLink kitto put it so well almost a year ago) evil-elves-with-spiky-boots-are-dancing-in-my-uterus-hell, Evan and I had the pleasure of being this town's cheapest backpacker hostel yet again.
Gah. The gal that stayed over this time and that wanted to be entertained was a friend from Oz, nice gal, really, but with the poorest timing ever and no sensor for Evan and I maybe needing some private time, too. When she didn't manage to get hold of the person she wanted to meet next on Wednesday, the only thing she said was: "So I'll be staying another day then.
" . No "would it be okay if I? " No, "I hope you don't mind that" . Or whatever else. Was very stressful, no matter how nice she usually is. It's just not nice not having any privacy at all when you are feeling shitty. Add to that the fact that these are the last few weeks that Evan and I have... Oh well. Invasion time is over (and I hope it will stay that way for the rest of the time we have), and some bits were nice: made a trip over the border to Colmar, where we purchased the best cake that ever touched my lips.
Strongly recommend the produce of the Patisserie "Jean" (Rue de Boulangers, Colmar). Especially the "Truffette". Worth every cent at 2.50 a small piece. Yum. I now know where my wedding cake shall be made. If I ever get married that is. To counter the invasion we had to endure all week, Friday and Saturday were spent in blissful coupledom and domesticness (*sigh*), whereas Sunday was a blur of social activities to make up for all that twosomeness, meeting people for breakfast, someone else for coffee and yet someone else for beer, and arrangement that turned into dinner.
I still can't grasp how well we have settled into a routine, and how enjoyable and good it all is. A lot really is well for me, while Bad stuff seems to be happening to many dear ones. Strange situation to be in. Am trying to send loving vibes and energy their way, while I got more than enough of it. - Give more than I take for once, while it lasts.
For I know that all will be different in two weeks time. Last night, I got the first bout of he-will-be-leaving-soon-sadness. - Not nice at all. I really don't want to get all gloomy about the nearing end of this lovely time, but lying next to him last night, I already felt a wee bit of the heartache that I know I will feel once he's hopped on that plane to Thailand.
All was just so normal, yet blissful and nice, that I just realised that I want to feel that way *all* the time. Nope, I know that I shouldn't be surprised. I've known that all along, haven't I?. In any way: Life is good, apart from my motivation to study, which sucks, which shouldn't surprise me either. Doesn't help that I am just finishing "Fellowship of the Ring", can't put the stupid book away and am dying to know what will happen to Aragorn (*swoon*) and am absolutely turning into a Lord of the Rings geek.
I knew something had been missing from my life. Told Evan last night, while in the middle of falling asleep (a time when I usually come up with rather funky things to say), that it was good he was sleeping on the side of the bed that doesn't face the wall for he could take better watch in regards to orcs from there. He. :) I wish things would simply stay the way they are at this very moment. 
