One water filter.

It's weird how time passes when you're waiting for something.

I replaced the filter in my water pitcher this weekend. They typically last three months, so I calculated when I would need to replace the filter in my head. 

It'll need to be replaced in June. When Garrett is planning on moving here. By the time I need to replace the water filter again, he'll be here. 

I was talking to my mom the other day about the remaining trips I have to Virginia. Next weekend, Garrett's birthday weekend, Garrett's graduation weekend, and a wedding in June. Only four more trips. I've made the trip to Virginia at least once a month, every month, for the last year. But now there are only four trips left. 

And then we don't have to do this anymore. No more depending on FaceTime and text messages Google Chat. No more "what are you eating for dinner?" messages. No more weekends jam packed with activities because we feel like we have to squeeze everything in in the short time that we're together. That's absolutely crazy to me. Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled. But it's so crazy.

We will have been living in separate states for eighteen months when he moves here. That's six water filters, two awards seasons, four grading periods, god knows how many trips back and forth. 

But now, the end is in sight. We only have three months, and one water filter left until we get to be together. When I replace my filter again, it won't be mine anymore. It'll be ours. For our house. 

Only one water filter left. 

I'll drink to that.