It was a sad scene. I looked around the house and felt my heart sink. I had grown very fond of this place. The view, the comfort of its humble abode, the feeling of waking up and falling asleep next to John...it wasn't going to be easy walking away.
We cleaned up the house and thew away the trash, leaving the house as clean as we had received it. Then I begged and whined and pouted again to John begging that I needed more coffee and we went to the same ol' coffee shop: Bisbee Coffee Company. This place is the bomb dot com, but you knew I'd say that, huh?
I was feeling gluttonous so I purchased a giant marshmellow brick and had the lady concoct a cinnamon/hazelnut latte. It was mmm mmm good!
We piled back into John's sexy, monstrous truck and hit the road. We weren't heading home just yet, ooooh no. John had school that day in Tuscon and it was an important day for him in fact. He had a final, where he had to turn in his thesis paper AND give a presentation about his paper to the class. The class was a world wide class (cause he's just that freakishly smart) where he had to present it to a camera and his face would be smack dab on a monitor in various places around the world.
Before we went to the campus, John wanted me to meet his friend so we chilled at his place for a bit. His girlfriend's kid was over and I subtracted myself from the adult conversation to play ninja/soldier/animal with the kiddo. Yeah I know...I should have hung out with his friend...but they were having their guy talk and the kid was just too cute. The child inside never dies!!!!!
Eventually we had to leave for class; being on campus gave me that warm, fuzzy feeling all over again. I seriously am one of those weirdos that would forever stay in school if I could. I felt that conflict all over again inside, should I stay in NYC or move back and be with John go back to school and go from there. I shook that thought from my head at the moment because it only makes me break out in a sweat.
U of A's campus is really wide and flat, really different than ASU's campus. ASU's campus is really decorative. This doesn't mean U of A is unattractive, in fact I actually liked how different it was. When we walked on the campus there was this bohemian merchant table where I spent several good minutes deciding whether I wanted to purchase trinkets or not. I opted not to because I had already spent a crap load over the weekend. Plus, John was in a rush.
We walk to the chemistry/mining building and John looks so out of place. Not judging or anything...but a lot of the kids looked like Eugene from Grease and John...well...John is a 6'4" former president of a fraternity who is a cowboy and an out doorsy boy.
He guides me towards his room and warns me about a class mate. Little did I know. Little did I know. Now I'm not going to say anything disrespectful about this girl because who am I to judge. However, I WILL say that I do NOT appreciate her hitting on my man, when she clearly knows he's in a relationship and texts him she misses him when he's vacationing in NYC with me. Grrr....Plus she was hardcore staring at me during the entire class period and was very intrusive of John's and my privacy. Phew...so glad I got that off my chest.
John's presentation was amazing. He looked soooo handsome and brilliant. I was and am proud of my babylove! It was also pretty cool being apart of something he's studying; surface chemistry...mining...all that complicated stuff.
After class, I started to have a panic attack because I realized I forgot my Fossil sunglasses at that too cool, but right now piece of crap coffee shop in Bisbee. They couldn't ship it so that means that if I want them back, I'm going to have to go get them. John being a sweetheart drives ALL the way back to Bisbee. I get them and we drive all the way back to Tucson, but now it's late and John is tired (understandably). So we decide to stay. I call baba to let him know because he was expecting me to be home by now. John calls his buddies and we go meet at a bar called Champs and I was totally the fourth wheel (if that made sense). So I end up texting my b.f.f. Angela the entire time, watch the T.V. and interact with the hilarious bartender that the boys knew. She was a riot. John eventually figured out I was bored (more just left out) and tried to include me, but by now I'm "over it". Hey I'm a girl, I was buzzed and cranky...I'm allowed to be irritated.
Eventually the bar closes and the boys say goodbye. John and I hop into the car to find a hotel so we can rest our sleepy heads.
As John slipped the hotel key into the key lock, I reviewed the day, yesterday and the entire trip. I truly couldn't have asked for a better one year. It defined our relationship so well. We're unconventional people. We love history, we love adventure, we love traveling, we love each other.
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