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See? Aren't we the cutest bowling kissy couple you ever SAW? (lie to me people, please!)

3. We announced the engagement to his family and friends, and it absolutely could not have gone any better. His parents had us and his two sisters and brother over for Sunday dinner (ha! the jewish fiancee at sunday dinner!), where we ate with our plates balanced precariously on our knees in front of the tv, much to his dad's chagrin, and where they gave us a champagne toast (champagne! I drank it!) when he and I told his siblings about it. His brother and youngest sister sort of gave us the blank shocked look, but Ang, the oldest sister, got all excited and even bought me a present and wrote me a sweet card the next day!

4. Got somewhat grilled as to "The Plans For The Future" by Chris's dad, but passed with flying colors...how can he disapprove of a lovely adorable jewish budding psychologist who's working towards a masters degree and wants BABIES with his son? Of course, he cannot! Especially when I revealed my plans to move to the UK, instead of stealing Chris in the middle of the night while wearing all black, even greasepaint, and dragging him home to the USA with me.

5. We saw Jekyll & Hyde!! (the broadway show!!) THIS:

 in downtown Bristol over the weekend. It was amazing and excellent and all sorts of wonderful, and we were in the SECOND ROW ORCHESTRA. Holy crap. I almost died of broadwaymusicalinduced heaven. It was on my list of three Broadway shows that I must see in my lifetime...(the others are Phantom of the Opera and Les Miserables), so I was extraordinarily happy. Ridiculously happy. I was bouncing off the walls for three days afterwards, rewarding Chris's welldoneness with sexual favors and kisses all over the place. I was happy, and he was happy, and life was very, very, good.

6. I miss him. I also don't remember if this really is number six, but I can't be bothered to scroll up and check. So deal with my misnumbering, please. I miss him so much, it hurts. I feel like there is just this piece of me missing. When he comes to see me here in the US, it feels like he is here on vacation. When I was there, on this trip...I felt like I was home. Like we were home. And we just fit so well. And now I am back, living with my family for the summer, sharing a room with my eleven year old sister, and sleeping in Chris's sweater every night. I stole that and a small bottle of his cologne to help me sleep at night. It's working, to an extent. I can get to sleep, but I still wake up at least once each night, reach for him...and then can't find him. It makes me sad. One more year, though, and I will move there. Bring on the Brits!