Correspondence to my psychiatrist

Hey Doctor,
Living on the drive has been awesome so far. I don't know if this is false euphoria or what, but since my move I've felt an extra burst of energy. I've worried about independent living being scary or difficult, but I feel so capable right now. I have good credit, I've been making a lot of money in tips and working a few extra shifts, school is going okay, and I’m seeing my friends regularly so I feel supported. My roommate and I get along ridiculously well, we can talk for hours, his cat, Fluffy, is cute. Since I’ve decided to hold off on grad school and take a year off, I feel a weight lifted off my shoulders. I need to find a job for Christmas break. I’m feeling more in control of my weight and am thinking of joining the local gym (everything is so close here. the gym, a 5 min walk. The grocery store, 1 minute. Yoga, 1 minute. Bus, 2 min. possible restaurants where I can work, 2-10 minutes). I miss Malcolm though. We spoke on the phone last night and he sounded really sick and overworked. He said the house was empty and it made him sad. I felt the incredible urge to go over there and make him some tea and a healthy dinner. When we finished the conversation, we both said, "I love you." Despite our differences, we really care for one another, and it's not easy being separated. Up until last week, I've seen Malcolm on a daily basis for the past 4 years (with very few exceptions 'we maybe spent a total of 2 weeks apart). It's strange not seeing him stomping around in his underwear in the morning, or comfortably knowing he's in the next room listening to trance music and doing artwork on his computer. At least my roommate is nice, and funny in a quirky way. The date diet is getting difficult to bear, I definitely feel sexually charged with no outlet. My friends have been really good to me: helping me move, taking me out to dinner, and buying me housewarming gifts. My mom helped me move, and we've been getting along. I think the dynamic has changed, as now I need her more since I don’t have Malcolm as much. I was told that I am doing an excellent job at work, and it makes me feel good. That's all for now.
Btw, did I tell you I went to a faculty party at my professor’s house? Schmoozing with Profs. The place was ornamented with decadent cheeses and bottles of red wine -exactly as I suspected.
I hope all is well with you,
-V.