705 hours together

Seriously, I wished this winter break never ended. I know I tend to overstate, but the last month was simply the happiest month in my life. So many moments. Running through new york ten minutes before the vienna boys choir started. Froozen hot chocolate at Serendipity's. Chili burger and fries at Johnny Rockets. Statue of Liberty on a cloudy hailing day. Eating chocolates under the duvet. Being on the 65th floor of the Rockefeller Centre and eating facing the top of the Empire State Building. Worshipping at the Brooklyn Tabernacle. Having a real American Christmas with the Willis' in Delaware. Tracking down the orginal Cheer's Bull and Finch Bar in Boston. Free clubbing (when we expected to pay $100 cover charge) on new year's eve at Spice Market, an asian-inspired restaurant/bar/club dotted with beautifully dressed people. Long conversations over Oreo chocolate mudslide cheesecake at Cheesecake Factory. Freezing in Boston. Seeing a $30,000 life-size soft toy giraffe at F.A.O Schwarz. Running for broadway tickets, 20 minutes before all the shows started. Not getting any broadway tickets, and settling for chinese dinner at Ollie's instead. Strolling along Central Park. Looking at people playing poker in Atlantic City. Cocktail at St. Regis. Free dinner at TGIF. Forever accidentally bumping into things, like yummy frosted cupcakes at Buttercup and Union Oyster Bar, one of the oldest oyster bars in Boston.

Basically from the gist of the last paragraph, we spent the bulk of our time eating. And the other bulk of our time looking for food to eat.

Every moment was special. Each of the 55 meals, 30 nights, 373 pictures and 705 hours we spent together.

I guess all good things have to come to an end. He left 7:50am today, and as im typing, is still flying across the world back to Australia. After such an intense month of sharing every moment and emotion together, suddenly my life just seems completely empty. I don't remember being alone anymore. I just want to wallow in my little hole made out of tim tams and photos and cry my eyes swollen.

And it doesn't help that almost all my exchange friends are gone and suddenly i wished i was only here for one semester. Lonely, displaced and lovesick once more. Sigh...