it's been years now i've been living alone. since i was married an eon ago. heck even when i thought (once upon a time) about maybe what if i married another guy...i still wanted to live in my own house.
by myself, that is. you think i would have noticed that meant the relationship was doomed. but, no.
my beloved house is dear to me. the other night when i called to say i was staying home instead going to a friend's house, my friend suggested that i have a "date" with my house, to honor my last few nights alone in it. "what? and light some candles...put on some marvine gaye...see what happens?," i asked.
"'sure," he said. not that it would be a foreign thought to me. just last week i had such a surge of gratitude that i actually hugged my house. i grabbed it by the doorframe and pulled it to me, embracing it with a gush of love. "i love you! oh, house!, i love you!"
truth be told, i bought this house fully intending to share it someday. it never occured to me that it would only be me inhabiting this place. there would be another person. i was sure.
so it is with great excitement that i look to the next piece of my life: i'm going to join the fisherman.
after months of being mostly apart, with brief interludes of living together, we are now to be together. for a two-week stay in the adirondacks, then a month-long trip across america. to sleep under the stars, from sea to shining sea. at the end if which, he will be joining me, here in my beloved casa.
the last few days, keeping in mind how the world keeps changing for the Remarkable Better, i've romanced my house to smithereens. i love it love it love it, i love the creaking floorboards and the light and the way the air moves through.
but now the best part off having the house is...
now i get to share it.