My favorite thing about Jimmy being out of town is that I get to pee with the bathroom door open; my least favorite thing is everything else.
Our 8th anniversary fell in June of this year; we went to our favorite deli and ordered pastrami sandwiches. I try not to take for granted the times when we’re together, since most of our relationship we haven’t been. Long distance was manageable but not desirable — seeing each other once every week, then once every two weeks, then finally 3 times a year when he first moved to California, always looking forward to a time we would see each other more often. We learned to communicate via text, call, and FaceTime, and I learned to keep myself busy.
Years later, we live together. I see him before I leave for work, and as soon as I come home. Sometimes there’s even spaghetti boiling on the stove when I return. It’s the best. I hate being alone, and having a live-in best friend is unbelievable.
He’s visiting family for a few days, and it felt odd having no one home. I ordered take-out Chinese and tried to turn on the TV to watch 30 Rock. Texted him for support. Easier than I anticipated. More difficult to turn it off.
At least I can lay like a starfish in bed.