After much thought, I realize that my frustrations lately haven’t really been about writing every day for NaBloPoMo, but about — surprise, surprise — moving back with Sophia. Since she’s come back from New York, it has been very nice being together, but NOT exactly the way I fantasized. I visualized us running down to the beach every morning hand-in-hand and with as little clothes as possible, then skinny-dipping in the Pacific Ocean while eating homemade breakfast burritos in the surf. Sadly, we’re still having the same exact issues we had the LAST time we lived together.
One of our arguments is always about “our stuff” and our limited closet space. It is an especially loaded subject now because it is still not clear whether I am here for good, or just for the the short term. Who knows — maybe me moving back before we resolved things was a bad idea. We’ll see.
But we have matured… a bit. Here’s my evidence: Over lunch today at the Hot’ n Tot restaurant, we decided to be proactive and make a plan. Rather than fighting, why not BUILD extra shelves in the closet?
Can we actually build new shelves? Will we survive? Will I be able to walk into Home Depot without getting hives? Will someone get injured by a falling hammer? Stay tuned!