Greetings from the sofa of S's parents living room. I am allegedly researching Dry-Aging meat for a website I am writing and preparing for my 4-hour job interview on Tuesday--but--had to document the moment.
Since I agreed to move in with S, I am more and more excited every day. I'd love to accelerate it and move now. However, I can't due to work trips the next few weekends (unless I get my new job!) and am trying to be patient. We've been spending even more time together and I totally dig him. He is smart, well-spoken and knows a hell of a lot more about today's world than I do. I read headlines. He does research.
We're a good balance. My strengths are developing the physical and spiritual sides of the self while his are more cerebral and fact-based. We have a similar sense of humor and I'll admit it, I am envious of how freely he can laugh!
On Thursday, he decided he wanted to head north to snowboard--would I come? I didn't have other plans. I've fallen into assumption that we will "hang out." We drove to his parents house on Friday so that he could get an early start (they are out of town, and, it's perfect, I have to work and really need some yoga).
He took off early this morning and I used the time to take a walk, do some research and go to yoga. His mom decided to come back early to hang with me and we met for lunch apres yoga. Now, we are relaxing at her house. Me on one sofa, writing. Her on the other sofa, grading.
Three months ago, I thought this was going to be me, my girls, my gays and Baby T. Now, I have the extra support of a family. Thank god I didn't try to control this. My best case scenario would have paled in comparison to what has unfolded.