Stress vs Happiness

Of  course, the problems with my appartment weren't solved the week before my boyfriend arrived, even if I went to the agency almost each day. So I just hoped that everything would work out and there wouldn't be any problems. If it was just the electricity, it was okay, because after 3 months I got used to that and it was not urgent. So I became more and more excited because there were only 2 days left until I would see him. I had to work on monday and tuesday I would have to go to the airport in the south to pick him up. 

I cleaned up the appartment - afterwards it was cleaner than ever before - and thought about what we could do when he was here finally. One thing I was afraid about was that his flight was at 7am and he was absolutely not good at getting up early. Furthermore he had already missed two flights in his life because he was almost always too late. But I forced myself to think positive - he wanted to come, too, and so he would not miss the plane.

The last challenge was to wait until monday was over. Especially the part of monday that was covered with work. Of course, I had things to do and it was better than being at home alone the whole day, but time didn't pass by and I was so excited! Finally, it was 6pm and I could at least go home. I had to buy some things for the next day, so I went to the city centre before going home to my appartment. I cooked, did some sport and watched TV just to make time pass by. Finally, I went to bed because I would have to get up quite early the next day - the bus to the airport needs 1,5 hours. Surprisingly I slept quite well, woke up at bout 4 in order to see if my boyfriend managed to be in the plane, saw his positive message and slept 3 more hours. 

With the alarm my excitment grew immediately. I got ready and walked to the bus station, where I arrived - of course - 20 minutes too early. But it was okay, I watched people and I was so happy that I would see my boyfriend in some hours that I didn't really care. The bus drive was okay, I was a bit tired and excited and hungry, but finally after 1,5 hours I arrived at the airport and there were only 20 minutes until his plane would arrive. So I waited together with all those other people that were waiting for their beloved ones. Finally, he came through the door and I was just happy. I cannot describe that feeling, but it was like forgetting all the problems with my appartment and everything else, it was just the happiness that he was here to see me. 

We had 1,5 hours until the next bus back to Puerto de la Cruz came, so we sat down in a Café at the airport, had a small breakfast and a coffee and talked about everything, like we used to do in France almost every day. That's what I missed so much - having someone to talk to, to talk about everything, to have new points of view, new opinions etc. That's something I had never been able to do with somebody before and that's one of the reasons why I am willing to establish that relationship and have a future for it. 

So we had a coffee and talked, watched the other people that were around and enjoyed the time after all those months we didn't see each other. We took the bus back to Puerto and I showed him a bit the island while we were sitting in there. He loved it and even if he was very tired he didn't sleep because he wanted to see everything. I noticed that I enjoyed speaking French a lot even if I had forgotten some words and expressions. But except from the telephone calls from him I didn't speak it here, so it was nice to use it "in real life" again. In that moment I think I would have been happy about everything - I was just sitting on my happy-in-love-cloud up in the sky and looking down to all my tiny problems. 

We arrived in Puerto, took a Taxi to my appartment and just relaxed for a moment. I showed him the view from my balcony (which was directly to the sea) and we enjoyed the time together before we decided to go out and eat something. There were moments I just wished that time would stop and I could stay in that moment for  the rest of my life. Even if we still had 6 days together and it was just the beginning, I always had in one part of my head that he would leave soon and it was unsure when we would meet again. That caused that I was always a bit sad at the one side, but also enjoyed every moment 100% because I knew that the time was limited. 

We had a pizza and walked around the village afterwards. He loved it and I enjoyed showing him all the little things that he only knew from my pictures I sent him via Whatsapp during the months. We took pictures almost everywhere and I already knew that after that week I would look at them and start crying because I would miss him so much. We had coffee (one of the things French people are doing ALL THE TIME: in the morning, before lunch, after lunch, in the afternoon etc.) and made some plans for the next days, even if there was nothing really fixed. Finally, we bought some things ni the supermarket and got back to the appartment, because we were both quite tired and needed a short break to relax. So we watched TV and slept a bit before we went out again to have dinner and a cocktail in the centre. I enjoyed it so much to have him with me, no matter what - I would have said yes to everything. Finally, we went to bed and it was so nice not having to sleep alone for the first time since july. 

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