
I spent the weekend in Tennessee visiting Dustin. On the drive there, part of my back bumper fell off. Luckily, I was stuck in rush hour traffic in Nashville when I noticed it thudding behind my car, still somewhat attached, and I was able to pull over, kick it the rest of the way off, and stick it in my hatchback. I have no clue why part of my bumper decided to fall off. I haven't hit anything with it, nor has anyone hit it (that I have knowledge of, at least). I'm getting more and more nervous about driving my car on long roadtrips, even though it should be fairly safe. Seeing as how the fusable link melted just a few weeks ago, and Subaru hasn't called me with the replacement part yet... taking a 10 hour round trip drive this weekend probably wasn't the smartest move. Ah well.
I'm at my parent's house tonight and it makes me depressed. The Christmas tree is up and the house is all decorated for Christmas, and I all I keep thinking about is how this time last year, Dustin and I were living together and we had our own tree and decorations. Now we struggle for time to see each other on the weekends (and spend several hundred $ for each visit, with gas and everything), and the longest time I'll get to see him for until next summer is about two weeks over the holidays, from after Christmas till I have to come back for school. He's spending Christmas with his family in Florida, I'm spending it with my family, so yeah... this really sucks. Graduation in May can't come soon enough.