Just finished book one of the Hunger Games.
What an amazing book, so much more than I imagined when I decided to see what the hype was all about. But now I’m afraid the movie is going to ruin all the beautiful characters for me, I certainly hope it doesn’t.
For sure Balancing act.
Granted it’s only for three weeks, and we’ve gone longer before. But although each time it gets a little easier to say goodbye, it gets even harder to turn around and drive the 3 minutes back home. It’s the familiarity of your sheets and the shows on your DVR. The continuous offers to stay for dinner, to run errands with each other, hugs shared at family gatherings. It’s the smell of your brother when we pick him up from work and the tiny feet running around above us. It’s the expected two hour long dinners with my parents, and our walks, the way I’m proud to introduce you to anyone. It’s every tiny thing we’ve ever done and our daily conversations on the phone. There’s familiarity in knowing you feel it all too. And it’s going to get harder and harder as we continue to grow closer and closer, but we’re building a tolerance and a rhythm with the distance. And that makes it easier too. To me, the past 9 months have been a balancing act of finding myself as I’m forming a brand new, unique life with someone else. I didn’t know until now that I was finding myself by finding you. “fa.mil.iar.i.ty (noun); the quality of being well known.”
Your tv can go in the living room.
Either bed will work fine. Our toothbrushes will mingle together in a drawer. I will steal some of your body wash in the shower. I apologize in advance for the long blonde hairs on your pillow. There will always be Special K in the cabinet. We will argue over a replacement stove in an aisle at Sears. We’ll come back from a long trip and have our own “house” scent. Xbox will become a last resort activity if I’m not around - and only if Forensic Files is not on that night. Your iced coffee will be waiting on the counter for you on Saturday mornings. Don’t ever tell me I’m taking too long to get ready. We’ll talk in the dark before falling asleep. You’re learning to cook. The walls will be lined with photos that we each picked out. I will not be in charge of the GPS. We’ll talk on the phone during our lunch breaks. I will surrender access to my bank accounts for my own good. We’ll look for a place with charm and exposed brick. Thanks for the homemade shake babe. We are not going to waste our money on trivial things. You need some new sheets. Always, always want to hold my hand. |
rose-colored glasses ![]() |