Over the last two days, we moved Nate and several others to new apartments. People have asked what else we've done, so we add that we've cleaned a lot. This apartment is where Nate and I will live after we get married, so I'm all excited and involved. He's sharing it with another guy for the time being, so I'm not too involved - not ours yet, but it will be...
I unpacked and organized the kitchen stuff, laid down the cabinet lining, put in extra shelving, and got in touch with my latent domestic side. I also learned how to operate a gas oven. My family has always had electric. (Can we turn on that burner? YES WE CAN!)
Only downside: this isn't ours yet! Only six months-ish. I am impatient. I'm ready to come home and find him there at the end of the day, or be there when he gets back from the office. I'm ready to get on with it. I'm learning patience and how I'm not good at it. Nate is better: he is the long-distance runner to my sprinter. Where I run at projects and decisions full force, he has a steadier pace. We work well together: two sprinters and we'd burn out, two long-distance runners and nothing would get done.
five-sense Friday
1 week ago
2 comments:
Sounds exciting, I'm happy for you. I need to give Nate a call... every time I realize I should call him I simultaneously realize that he's in bed... and then I'm simultaneously realize that I should be in bed... and then I realize that I should eat fattening food... then I realize that I eat out of depression and loneliness... then I realize that I should call Nate...
The cycle, being infinitely long, causes me to pass out.
Wait! When did you get engaged, and who is Nate?
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