she's in san francisco, however many thousands of kilometres away that is.
and in seven days i get to be her very expensive courier, lugging items including her snowboard and ski jacket and snow boots and yves saint laurent parisien perfume, by special request, across the pacific ocean to her.
and i opened up her message expecting just the list, so that i can spend the next little while collecting all her items for her like a mario kart racer in a 50cc car vying for colourful balloons in wario's stadium.
but tagged on to the bottom of her list were a couple of lines about how much ghiradelli square is going to blow my mind and that she wants to cook me stir-fry for dinner and to meet all her housemates.
and they weren't very many words.
but they were enough to work up my tear ducts for a performance.
because even though four months hasn't seemed like a long time and i've moved out of home so everything's been different anyway and life's so busy that i haven't really had time to think about her being that far away,
i really miss her.
and i am so excited that i get to reply to her message and tell her that my flight touches down in the same city she is living in at 10:41am pacific standard time next monday.
