Two weeks ago I received an email from Coco asking me how I was, wishing me a merry christmas and telling me he's not on the farm and he's now single. Last Wednesday I called him. It was as if no time had passed, we joked and had a great conversation. He didn't want to talk about what had happened between him and baby's mama so I let it drop. He also apologized to me, which was a little surprising but I was glad for it. It was really good to hear his voice, but left me with a million mixed feelings. I still have the mixed feelings. We've talked a few times and he's asked me to return to him. Promising me his heart amongst another organ. haha Hey, I could have said another red throbbing thing. hahaha Man, I crack myself up.
Anyway, this raises many thoughts and many hours of therapy lie in question. Also, the cold is getting to me. I can't stand it. It makes me sooooo crabby. Heated yoga helps, today as I was in corpse pose literally right next to the heater with my eyes closed, I imagined being on the beach with a hot breeze blowing on me. It's summer in Costa Rica, hardly any rain. I've never experienced full-on summer there. December and January are the months with the least amount of rain. It's taking all my will power not to book a flight for tomorrow. or the next day. But the kitties, and other obligations are preventing it. Funny thing is I just looked at flights. I could go for three weeks before Roomie runs off to Vietnam. Looks like $700ish. But damn, then I'd spend more money getting to southern Costa Rica and food, and probably beer. Sounds expensive. Sounds crazy. But double damn that's what I want to do.
The other thing stopping me from doing this is my boyfriend, Painting. I promised a 6 month commitment. that expires the end of February. And you can't just keep dropping Painting and expect he'll always take you back. So I'll take this opportunity to spend some quality time with Painting tonight.
