Spoiled

I have been described as spoiled at certain times in my life, and I've never really reacted well to the term. I always got the most presents at Christmas - I can't help it if my parents liked shopping for me more than they liked shopping for everyone else. Later on, when we moved to North Carolina, my older siblings deemed Todd and I spoiled because all of the sudden we had a nice big house and were given a Jeep Wrangler for our car.... ok maybe we were a little spoiled. Needless to say, it's never had a positive ring to it.

This past week, I will admit, I have been spoiled. And in the best way. I am dating quite possibly the best guy I've ever known; it's been some of the best months of my life. Downside to it is that he lives a little over an hour away. So in order for us to see each other, one of us has to make the trek out to see the other. We've made it work, and I'll even admit we've done great at it. But sometimes, once or twice a week doesn't seem like enough. When I found out Mike had a rotation for pharmacy in East Boston, I was secretly (maybe not so secretly) anticipating and waiting for that rotation to start. I couldn't wait for him to be in closer proximity to me during the week. I was even more excited when he decided to sublet a place for the six weeks of his rotation. This past week I've seen him every day, and I thought to myself last night, "I could get use to this." I like having him around, and I've felt a little bit spoiled that I've been able to see him so much. For the first time, the word "spoiled" doesn't have a bad ring to it.