I'm mailing Ian his first letter tomorrow. It was sort of weird to write down everything that's been going on because I'm so used to just being able to tell him. We talked on the phone via Facebook for thirty minutes the other day and it was so wonderful. I forgot to mention how much I loved that in the letter, but I'm sure he knows. He doesn't know what his host family's house is going to be like or if he'll have internet. I'm hoping once he gets settled in we'll get to talk a lot more. I hear from him maybe every other day. I'm asking for a lot wanting to talk everyday, but I'm sure that's not the end of the world. I know he's busy doing tons of new things, but it's just me at home by myself. I can't even cook right now. I get so sad when I do because it used to be something that we would have so much fun doing together and now it's just so boring. I've bought frozen meals. Ian would be angry at me for eating that kind of junk, but for now it's what I'm doing.
I know it won't be a few weeks until he gets my letter, but I might end up writing another one before this week is over. I told myself I would write one a week. I think that's reasonable.
