Is it weird to meet the family of an ex-boyfriend and fall in love with them instantly and wish you could live next door and do ceramics classes together? I had that experience today. And no one to share this enthusiasm with, except my dad.
"He has the NICEST family," I gushed. My poor dad didn't know what to say. I can tell he still doesn't fully understand the connection I seem to feel with a boy he never met and that I didn't tell him much about besides "he's good to me" ("I don't know what you mean when you say that but okay") but he's happy when I'm happy. Plus, there are football games on tonight.
Also in news: I'm looking to move and this has me doubly bubbly inside. Cross your fingers!