Vacation while I was still here

My long-distance boyfriend (which is tough and stressful and really adds to how awesome this first year has been) came to visit for a few days. It was so wonderful to have someone to spend time with, to talk to, to go out with, and who just completely understood me.

He got here Wednesday morning while I was on my way to work. Then Wednesday night we went out for drinks and just walked around the Village (near NYU). Thursday I took a personal day. And while we didn't really DO anything, it was perfect. We walked the Village more and SoHo and just spend all day together, shopping and talking and just being together. Then I had class at NYU 5-7. After class we had dinner together and watched TV. I went to work on Friday and when I got home, there he was. We went out for a nice dinner and drinks as well. We both left Saturday morning to either go back to school (him) or to see parents (me).

I know it sounds like we did NOTHING, but that nothing made all the difference in the world. I gained some sanity. I gained some perspective.

Always, always, always people talk about how you need to find what you do that is like oxygen for you. Maybe dancing is what you need. Maybe making music is what you need. Maybe your job is what you need.
And those types of things are what are usually mentioned.
I do not need any of those things.
But, I was listening to yet another person and they mentioned something beyond painting, guitar, and singing : significant other. Now, I know why most people wouldn't say that - because you are depending on another person for happiness. BUT that's how I feel! I felt really alive ... really myself ... when he was here. I felt so much less stress. I felt happy! It was wonderful.

Now, maybe that isn't my "oxygen" or whatever, but hearing someone list that made me feel so much better. Because I'm not artistic. I'm not creative. I'm not a performer. I'm not an athlete. And I don't like going to work.
So even if this isn't actually my "oxygen" at least I can rest assured that the only thing (SO FAR) that makes me really happy could be that thing. I'll keep searching, but I feel better knowing I am not some weirdo who doesn't have that THING that makes her tick.

In school news, Friday was career day. It was really nice. My kids seemed really interested in the presentations and were well behaved (a huge problem I generally have with them). I don't understand how one person can talk in front of them and they are quiet and polite, and when I talk in front of them they are rude and crazy. What is the difference between me and them? I know I am short, white, and younger than most of their brothers/sisters, but why do they still think we are friends? I have always been clear that I am not their friend, that I don't care what they think of me, etc. But they still think I am. And I really don't know why.

In other news, it's almost summer.
Thank God.