This has been a strange but wonderful week.
There's been a lot of good news, for a start. My boyfriend R and I have been seeing each other (long distance, admittedly) since late last year but finally made things Facebook official this week. And look, I'm not going to lie: I derive such a sick little joy out of going to my profile and seeing the words "In a relationship with [R]" under my name and birth date. But what is it about a changed relationship status that can send every male you've ever made extended eye contact with into an absolute flurry of questioning text messages and accusations? (Particularly, your best and arguably closest friend of three years?)
Them's the brakes, I guess. R's in town for work so, immediately following the fallout, we went into hiding in the little cabin he's staying in on a nearby dam a few towns over to enjoy the absolute peace and quiet. Asides, of course, from the never-ending rain pattering down outside. It's been such a rainy summer but for once, I don't seem to mind much - perfect cuddling weather. I think I probably had the most peaceful, most relaxed night conceivable. I don't actually remember the last time I was so content. Unfortunately though, the sun always comes up. Can't live in a little fantasy world forever.
On the plus side, I did get back into contact with N, a pen pal of sorts who means more to me and more in my life than most people who live a short drive across town. (N lives in Western Australia.) I'd almost forgotten how easy it is to talk to her, and how happy it makes me when we do. Talking about the past - about my old writing, which she was always the first person to read, and about our shared hatred of pretty much everyone in the world - brought back so many things, most of which I think it was important to remember.
I was polishing off a feature that I've been writing for Purple Sneakers (which should be published sometime before Monday pending editing and approval) but when I was inevitably smacked upside the head by writer's block, R and I went outside and cuddled on the balcony. (I've been practicing blowing smoke rings without much great success.)
And talk about this for a milestone: I even let him take pictures of me without makeup on. I don't even remember the last time I let someone take a picture of me without makeup on.
Here's my happy little playlist for the past week:
- Lay It Down, The Rubens
- The Werewolf You Become, The Holidays
- Giant Song, Funeral Party
- Sleepy Tigers, Her Space Holiday
xo, CK
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