I’ve been so busy reading (20+ books so far this year) that I haven’t had a chance to write. I did start writing something down by the pool about a month ago, but it was too sunny to see the screen so I didn’t write for long. I’ve been going to the pool almost every day on my lunch break, working on getting my color back and soaking up the Vitamin D. Some days it’s too hot and I don’t stay long, but I love that going to the pool is as easy as going down a few flights in the elevator. Right now I can’t imagine going back to a place without a pool.
But what I really can’t fathom is living by myself again. I’ve had quite a few new beginnings over the years, and I’m loving this new start. I was ok on my own, and I did enjoy that time. I learned a lot about myself, or maybe it’s more accurate to say I re-learned a few things. I remembered what I’m capable of and picked up a few new skills along the way.
I love living with S. Waking up next to him each morning, and going to bed with him every night, is all that I imagined it would be. We can sit side-by-side on the couch and binge a show, watch a movie, or read our books, but we’re also ok with being in separate rooms and doing our own thing. We’re pretty compatible in terms of neatness, and bedtime routines, and since we both like to cook, we take turns planning and preparing meals. Sounds pretty perfect, doesn’t it? Should I worry that we haven’t had a fight yet? Not just since we moved in, but since we’ve been together. We had a couple of minor disagreements when we moved in, but only because he’s a little more particular about how we manage our stuff. That’s been the biggest challenge: figuring out what stayed, what went to storage, and where we put the things we kept. We’ve worked it out though, and our place looks fantastic, if I do say so myself.
We still go for dates. Go out for a drink, a walk. We double-date with the kids. Talk about plans for the future (and that definitely includes travel). The other night I asked him something like “What are you doing the rest of your life?” and his answer was “Hanging out with you” (or something along those lines). I don’t want to say that it’s “easy” with him and that’s why it works, because I don’t think it should be easy. A healthy relationship should take a little work, right? But it hasn’t exactly been hard.
The other night we were working on dinner and he reminded me how we used to text each other to ask what the other person was doing or ask if we were going to see each other or if we were too settled in on our individual couches. We agreed that this is so much better.
I have a couple more books waiting for me on the coffee table so my reading spurt isn’t quite over, but I do hope to get back to some regular writing soon. In between books, I have been making monthly Instagram Reels. So until I write again, here’s a look at what I’ve been doing the last few months.