It's been almost a year since my last trip out west. The first time I went to Banff I was there for just a week. Last Christmas break I spent a week in Banff and a week in Canmore. I wish perhaps that circumstances were different on the last trip. My two trips out west were, at least in part, provoked by my then-boyfriends move out west.
The first time he went we were madly in love and I totally understood his need to go: he had been planning on going before we had met and he had to let his free spirit run wild. I could get with that. In fact, his free spirited nature was one of the things I liked about him to begin with. Anyway, we decided that we'd still make an effort to be together (although my efforts far exceeded his) and that I'd make my way down there for reading week. I had so much fun and I was so sad to go after just a week.
Less than a year later, he decides he wants to go away again. This time for longer. He still wants to stay together. He needs to figure his life out. That's what he said last time. Well, he never figured anything out. Stupidly, I went to visit him again, and spent about a thousand bucks on a trip where we fought a lot because it was minus 25 outside every day and I didn't feel like wandering around getting frostbite, I didn't really feel like having sex with him because he got so clingy when I first showed up, and we spent a week in a hostel sharing a room with two other dudes, and hence the inevitable awkward times.
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