I left the house at 10am yesterday morning and just got home a couple hours ago. After changing my major-- I'm officially an English major now-- and meeting my new advisor, I went to work and then spent the rest of Valentine's day with Matt. We went to an art show opening (which really made me want to start painting again), had dinner out and then stayed up until 2am talking about anything and everything. Today we drove to Commerce to do some shopping and now I'm home and planning to get a lot of rest tonight so I can get cracking on my homework all day tomorrow, even though I would much rather be drawing or planning my stories, all of which seem to be multiplying but not growing.

Today was Matt and my 18-month anniversary as well, and this weekend made both of us realize just how much we love each other and are a permanent fixture in each other's lives. It's been such an amazing trip. From the very beginning it's been an uphill battle in a lot of ways simply because we're so different-- I'm a 21-year-old humanities student and Matt's a 36-year-old accountant, for starters. Our perspectives and opinions on things often vary greatly, we're gay, we met online (gasp!)... From the basic facts it might not look like something that could really work, and sometimes our differences make it hard, but it does work. A spark was there from the very beginning. There's an understanding between us that makes all our differences completely arbitrary and that connects us in a way I didn't even know it was possible to connect with someone. And here it is eighteen months later and that spark is stronger than ever. We're starting to talk about the future these days and are looking over our options; at some point in the next semester or so I might rent out my place and move in with him, or we might both sell our places and get one together. I don't know what's going to happen but I know I look forward to it, whatever it might be.