Welcome Back. Your Dreams Were Your Ticket Out. Welcome Back To That Same Old Place That You Laughed About….

[….and the Corascope Chronicles continue….]

Sundays are always sad whenever Scope and I are together. Someone always ends up hopping on a plane and flying 2000 miles away.

Every. Stinkin’. Sunday.

This time it was my turn, of course, so Sunday morning found me rushing around, collecting Gwen’s and my scattered possessions and repacking our suitcases. But I didn’t pack everything. Noooooo, sir. Some of our stuff I left right there in Scope’s condo (henceforth to be known as OUR HOME.) (Squeeeeeeeeeee!!!!) Our winter coats are hanging in OUR hall closet. Gwen’s extensive stuffed animal collection is set up on display in HER new bedroom. And our beloved Harry Potter DVDs are in OUR living room.

Yeah, you read that right. I moved in my Harry Potter DVDs. (And 50 bucks says Callista just fainted!) People, for a devout HP fan such as I, it doesn’t get any more serious than THAT, okay?! ;-)

But as I was rushing around, gathering up my clothes, which had sneakily migrated all across the floor of OUR bedroom, an awful sight met my eyes: Scope was curled up like a sad puppy on the foot of OUR bed with huge tears swelling in his eyes.

“I’m going to miss my girls,” he sniffled.

And *CRACK* my heart broke right in two.

I curled up on the bed with him, hugged him and kissed his cheek. There was nothing I could say to erase the uber-ugly crappiness of the fact that I was about to let Southwest Airlines catapult me and Gwen across the country, far, far away…. except to point out that this was our last visit to Chicago. Mm-hmm. The next time Gwen and I set foot in Illinois, we will be coming HOME, not visiting.

Let’s just pause and let that gleeful, amazing thought sink in for a minute, shall we?………….

Happy, happy, joy, joy!

But wait—

After consoling Scope, I walked out to the living room to round up more wayward possessions, and yet another awful sight met my eyes: Gwen was curled up like a sad puppy on the end of OUR couch with tears swelling in her eyes!

“I don’t wanna go back,” she sniffled, “I’m gonna miss the three of us.”

(I have mentioned how much Scope and Gwen remind me of each other, right?)

So, I pulled her into a hug, kissed her cheek, and consoled her as well. And then, far too soon, it was time to go. After a quick three-way flying monkey stuffed animal fight (seriously, you guys, you’ve GOT TO get one of those things! They’re sooooooooooooooo much fun!), we loaded the bags in the car and headed out to meet Scope’s parents for lunch.

Scope’s mom was extremely excited to get to meet her future granddaughter. She came bearing gifts for her “bonus grandbaby” and everything! Soooooooooo cute!….


But, faster than blinking, it seemed, lunch was over and we’d said goodbye to Scope’s parents, and then Scope, Gwen and I were saying goodbye at the airport. Again.

And I hate that. Saying goodbye STINKS!!!!

*pout*

Once we got through security, Gwen and I drowned our sorrows at the Ben & Jerry’s ice cream stand….


….and then soon we were onboard our plane, heading back to Seattle.

*sad sigh*

© Love Letters By Cora

I'll get you, my pretty, and your little Scope too!

[….and the Corascope Chronicles continue….]

I knew January 3rd was stalking me the whole time I was in Chicago. I could hear it every now and then, cackling evilly to itself and taunting, “I’ll get you, my pretty, and your little Scope too!”

*gulp*

Yes, I knew it was lying in wait around some dark, shadowy, mean little corner, preparing to pounce on us, all fangs and claws and stuff. But, really, it launched its vicious attack waaaaayyyyyyyy sooner than I was expecting, and before I knew it January 3rd was all up in my face, forcing me to pack my bags, say my goodbyes, and fly 2000 miles away from Scope again.

*sad sigh*

Not that we didn’t have fun first before hitting the airport.

Mm-hmm.

Scope took it out.

Awwww, yeeaaaahhhh.

He took out the monkey.

Ooooooh, baby.

And I squealed with delight and anticipation.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

The monkey was raised…

…quivering…

…eager…

…ready for action…

…longing to play…

…and pointed…

…right…

…at…

…me.


And then we played.

Noisily.

(My apologies to my future neighbors.)

And Scope shot the monkey off.

Multiple times.


*le sigh*

After playing with the monkey (is it hot in here or is it just me?), Scope and I went out to lunch with his parents, sister, brother-in-law and niece. Lunch was a tad more action packed than I’d anticipated, complete with a run-in with the police, of all things – but somehow I feel this is more Scope’s tale to tell than mine, so I’ll just leave it at that.

Then far too soon we found ourselves at the airport. I took one last photo of Scope looking dashing and cute as all heck in the parking garage….


….and then Scope walked me to the security line where I promptly burst into tears.

*sniffle*

Six months. I keep reminding myself we only have a mere six more months of this torture left. On July 3rd we’ll each say a couple of magic words which will put an end to all this monthly travelling back and forth forever.

I do.

:-)

And with that thought in my head, I walked through the security line knowing my world will be Scope-less for another four weeks, but I think we can make it.

I think we can make it.

© Love Letters By Cora