Social media, work, writing for various other projects, and yes, a bit of socializing have been occupying much of my time as of late. As necessary as it was to take a bit of a break from the blog world, I’m excited to get back into the swing of things. Too much time apart and I begin to really miss the friendships I’ve made with you all. I hope you know you are never far from my mind. In real life, I’ve had some incredibly meaningful connections with so many of you (via long email exchanges or Twitter/FB messages), and in dreams I’ve had coffee and conversations with some of my favorite bloggers (is that weird? Don’t judge). It’s nice to be back and I will continue to make my rounds to your neck of the woods in the next few days.
A few of you have asked if Bryan and I have had any more conversations about the proposition I made a few weeks ago. Though we have recently discussed the possibility of him moving in with me a bit more openly, including our thoughts, fears, and desires, I refuse to push. There’s no reason for that. We are in a good place and are enjoying our time together. Part of me worries that the honeymoon will come to a complete stop the moment we share a laundry basket. Though sometimes I do get wrapped up in the idea of waking up to him every morning and having someone there to kill spiders, I’m not sure I’m completely ready to part with the remote and cook for two just yet. Basically, I feel equal parts ready and scared shitless. I wonder if that will eventually dissipate.
But there is a sense of relief since I told him I would like him to move in. I’m proud of myself for being so honest in this relationship, which is something I’m not sure I would have been able to do without someone so patient and understanding on my side.
I know Bryan is thinking about the logistics of this move, too. He’s already contacted a friend about a position that would bring him closer to my neck of the woods and he’s been looking into the parking situation in Hoboken (which is always problematic on our overpopulated streets). He’s also asked me where in the hell he’ll put his shoes (it appears mine take up much of the real estate in my shoebox apartment). These gestures show me the move is something he’s thinking about, too.
This past weekend he surprised me with something I’ve always wanted (I can’t help it; it sings to my inner nerd). It’s an antique Underwood typewriter from 1917 and it’s just gorgeous. A part of me wishes I had somewhere nicer to put it, but for now it has made a home on the tiny Ikea table I have set up in my living room.
And since I haven’t posted any pictures of my sweet one in awhile and we actually took a pic where we’re both smiling, I share with you one that was taken by my aunt on Passover. I felt it was time to update the picture on Facebook where we’re both half naked after our polar bear dive in February.
Please accept my humblest apologies for not being as present on your blogs as I would like. You know I still love yas, right? XOXO