Until the beginning of May the boyfriend has been living about 4 hours away from me to complete a BEd. We're no strangers to distance. I did 3 seperate Co-Op work terms out of town (and two of them were also out of province) during my undergraduate degree but some how this one was much harder. I think in part we were both just fed up with the distance and in part it was the first time he (a home-body) left me (an adventure junkie) and in part we've been together longer then when I kept leaving town so we're all the more attached and use to having each other available.
Anyways the boy moved back to his parent's house a few weeks ago (which is a short train ride from my place) and things have sort of been rocky trying re-adjust. In an attempt to have a normal date (vs. a 4 hour weighty conversation about our future) we went out to our favourite greek resturant.
Mmm too many delicious choices.
I ended up picking a chicken breast stuffed with feta and spinish (no picture... I ate it that fast) and The Boy got this phyillo pastry stuff with chicken and veggies.
Yes, the plate is the size of a severing tray. And yes, that knife is actually a small dagger.
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