Marco has gone home

Last night I drove Marco to the airport and dropped him off. Other people were waiting for my spot so we were a bit rushed. I helped him unload his bags onto a cart, we said our goodbyes and we left. Before I left I told him that I'll come visit him in England in a year or two.

I drove home and then it started to hit me. Marco is gone. When I got home I went into the house... empty, just me. I remembered the last 10 months, and realized it's all over now. I miss him already! It feels so weird to be in my house alone. I never felt alone because there was always someone downstairs. Now I really feel alone. I won't be renting that apt until September 1st or so because I want a college student. That will give me time to get my new puppy house trained, and to do some work to the appartment (paint, etc).

A couple days before Marco went home he lost his wallet and a wad of cash while he was in Toronto. I won't go into details but it wasn't good. When he gets back he'll have to get all that sorted out, buy himself a car, get insurance, and hunt for jobs in London. He will then move into an appartment in London and will pay more for for a tiny bachelor pad than I pay for my whole house plus utilities! I hope the job pays well. I'm going to give him a really good reference.

I haven't heard from Marco yet. I hope he landed ok. I tried phoning, no answer. Marco if you're reading this, please give me a call or email.

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