I spent last weekend in Oxnard and Santa Barbara, and I think the next time I go out there it will be to stay. I flew into LAX and Rachel picked me up because Jayson was working. It was nice to have her as my tour guide. We had Chinese food for lunch at a place in downtown LA before heading up the coast.
When we finally got up to the hotel where Jayson has been living, we started talking about a few things we could do and I had to stop and say that what I needed most was about 30 minutes naked and alone with my husband. I think that embarrassed him a little, but I was being honest. I needed it.
After sex, we went and looked at an apartment that Jayson had already seen and that was his favorite. I completely agreed with him, and we went so far as to put a deposit on it, so I guess we found our new place. I’m still completely lost there so I don’t even know enough to say where in the city it is, but I’m sure I’ll learn.
Then we all drove up to Santa Barbara and met up with Guy and had dinner. Everything seems so different there. Newer and cleaner. After dinner, Jayson and Guy started talking about their jobs. Funny to think that Guy was once Jayson’s boss, but now if Guy still worked for the same company, Jayson would be his boss.
So Rachel and I hung out on her balcony overlooking the ocean. She was drinking wine (I was drinking Pepsi) and we talked for a long time about just random things. I’ve missed having her to talk to, and I know we won’t be together all the time when I move out there, but it will be nice to see her more regularly.
I cried so much when Jayson took me to the airport on Monday night. I cried in the airport while I was waiting for the flight, and then cried on the flight until I finally fell asleep. I hate leaving him behind like that. I hate to be so needy, but I don’t like it when we’re apart.
When Megan picked me up on Tuesday morning, I was just going to get into her car, but she pulled up to the curb and got out. Then she came over and hugged me. About ten seconds later, I was letting go of her, but she grabbed tight and continued to hold me. It was partly weird and partly comforting. When we finally got into her car, she held up her phone to show me a text she’d gotten from Rachel. It said, “Give Cindy a really long hug when you see her. She’s a mess of emotions right now and she needs your support.”
I love my sisters. Most of what I write in here is probably complaints about them, but I love them so much.
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