more lasts?
Last break phone call from SK to me at work during my late shift: check. Last morning phone call from me to SK at work during her early shift: check. Last night in the same bed together: tonight... :-(
Yesterday a disparate group of coworkers all took SK out to lunch at House of Louie, a great Chinese restaurant in Old Town. Those things never quite work out like you imagine them. There are always complicated layers of relationship. The coworkers you also know outside of work. The coworkers you really like chatting with but don't know as well yet. The ones you never saw that much, who seem like missed connections, missed opportunities, the ones you maybe thought you'd become friends with, but the friendships never really took off. All these layers. All together at one table, confused about the dim sum and fussing over menus. Sometimes there isn't much to say.
SK's working a half-day today and I took tonight off. Last night in town: tedious. Let's be honest, counting down the lasts is no fun. You can't make EVERY moment a precious memory. We're taking another of our famous walks in Forest Park this afternoon. Then what? More bad movies? We'll move the last of SK's stuff, the mattress and the futon frame and whatever's left. Into storage. Then...? Last burrito at La Bonita? Last driving around looking for a parking space in NW? Who knows.
When she comes back (if, god help me, she comes back) we'll finally live together. The not-living together sooner thing is complicated, don't ask, but for me it's a record. We've been a couple since January of 2006 and we haven't lived under the same roof at all. A miracle. A sometimes miserable miracle. It was my idea, don't worry, SK will tell you that. But now it's time. She's leaving tomorrow, but when she comes back, everything will be different. We'll find a place together and what has felt like a kind of perpetual limbo will, hopefully, pass away. I'm looking forward to that.
Yesterday a disparate group of coworkers all took SK out to lunch at House of Louie, a great Chinese restaurant in Old Town. Those things never quite work out like you imagine them. There are always complicated layers of relationship. The coworkers you also know outside of work. The coworkers you really like chatting with but don't know as well yet. The ones you never saw that much, who seem like missed connections, missed opportunities, the ones you maybe thought you'd become friends with, but the friendships never really took off. All these layers. All together at one table, confused about the dim sum and fussing over menus. Sometimes there isn't much to say.
SK's working a half-day today and I took tonight off. Last night in town: tedious. Let's be honest, counting down the lasts is no fun. You can't make EVERY moment a precious memory. We're taking another of our famous walks in Forest Park this afternoon. Then what? More bad movies? We'll move the last of SK's stuff, the mattress and the futon frame and whatever's left. Into storage. Then...? Last burrito at La Bonita? Last driving around looking for a parking space in NW? Who knows.
When she comes back (if, god help me, she comes back) we'll finally live together. The not-living together sooner thing is complicated, don't ask, but for me it's a record. We've been a couple since January of 2006 and we haven't lived under the same roof at all. A miracle. A sometimes miserable miracle. It was my idea, don't worry, SK will tell you that. But now it's time. She's leaving tomorrow, but when she comes back, everything will be different. We'll find a place together and what has felt like a kind of perpetual limbo will, hopefully, pass away. I'm looking forward to that.
posted by reasonably prudent poet at 9:22 AM
2 Comments:
Three months, that's harsh. At least you have living together to look forward to at the end of the 3 months.
And I don't think it's so crazy to not live together until now. I happen to think it's better to get to know someone with out the complications of getting your lives all tangled up with paying rent and utilies, and fighting over who's job it is to do the dishes or laundrey, or why do you always leave your shoes right there in the middle of the floor instead of putting them in the closet where they belong, and my stuff vs your stuff...you know what I mean.
yeah, three months is a long time, but it will give me a chance to get my shit together. after nearly four years of school and studying, i'm going to have to learn how to live a normal life again. a life with options and free time to fill. it's trickier than it looks.
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