Hasta Luego.

So. New mission:

Get Brad to move downtown.

I just drove down there to see the bus route to the Hospital...wow. It's like a cute little city. I love it. :) I really want him to move there. :( To let us move there. :(
Tonight was an interesting night. Got called lazy by his family.. that's always fun.
His ex commented on his status, talked to him about how I thought he lost interest in me..
Drove downtown and he was kind enough to show me where his ex girlfriend, the same one who commented on his status, lived. Saying whenever he went to Barrie, that's where he was. Lovely.
Then. When we got home epicness occurred. I opened the cabinet door and out fell a Starbucks mug. Propelling itself down into my bowl of cesaer salad with cut pieces of bread atop. In doing so salad and bread flew across the kitchen and all over the floor. It was amazing and happened in a total of 4 seconds. But after this, Brad had a little giggle and said these words that will haunt me...
"You're going to be the best wife for some lucky guy"

WTF?! What is that supposed to mean?? Does that mean he has no interest at all in being with me that long? Is this just a thing he doesn't see lasting very long? Does he plan to leave me after time? Is he planning something with someone already? WTF! How am I supposed to know what is going on in his head if he never talks to me, and then pops those words.
I am terribly confused.

On a side note, I'm very excited to go into the city tomorrow. Well...not the "city", but downtown Barrie. :) After I am done in the hospital I am going to sit by the water front, tour the town, and visit the shops. :) I'm very excited. It's the cutest place, and I really want him to let us move there. I want the waterfront, I want the busy streets, I want the sidewalks with tourists bustling about. I like busy.
I grew up in a tiny town, I crave adventure and excitement. I crave the city life. Brad, doesnt. He's a homebody and content spending his days video gaming, getting high, and working. I want to go out on weekends and do things, go places; not sit at home watching him race.
I want a cute little apartment, not a house. I want that part of my youth, I dont want to throw it away just because I'm with a guy at the moment. Heck. I'd even get a job, save up, and move there on my own and he can visit me. :p He'll give in eventually... just a matter of when.