Sunday, November 22, 2009

Home sweet home.

I'm sitting here. In my new home. It's been a week since we moved in, and it is already starting to feel like we belong here. Like we belong here together. We got our futon on Friday (mom and dad bought it), so now I feel comfortable just sitting here watching the football game in my living room.

I wish Cavan were here, though. It feels like we've both been so busy lately. I guess it's partly because I've been working so much and when we're both off there are things to take care of. Friday we both had the day off, but Cavan had a meeting from 9-11, then we went to the mall and ikea, then home to build the futon (where we both got pretty well on the other's nerves), had pizza, relaxed a little, and went grocery shopping late. THEN somehow our butter and our peanut butter m&ms got left there, so I had to take an extra twenty or so minutes of our relaxing time to go back and get them. Oh well, I think it'll get better, but it just doesn't seem like there are enough hours in the day for us to enjoy living together and being together.

I'm excited that we have Wednesday from about 6pm to Saturday at about 5pm off together. We'll probably relax Wednesday night, wake up Thursday morning really slowly and make breakfast burritos together, then in the afternoon/evening we'll make our Thanksgiving dinner. We're off together on Thursday. Cavan has a shift at the Matchbox from 2-7pm. I might go into work if someone asks me to cover for those particular hours, but other than that I'm planning on going with him and possibly working on job applications or something. It should be a pretty good weekend.

So far, it's been a little difficult. I'm feeling a little funny about how tired and busy we've been and how stressed out we've been about money. I think it's taken away a bit from the passion in our relationship. But it's only temporary. It's not toxic or dangerous at all at this point, just a little difficult to get used to. I was having kind of a hard day yesterday thinking about it, but I just decided to bring home some flowers for Cavan and leave him a sweet note. So when I got home from work, it was just us, just cuddling together in bed. Talking about our days, about how much we love each other and why. It just felt good. It felt right, and I wouldn't have changed it for the world.

We feel right. I love him to death and know that no other man would be able to give me the quality of love that he does.

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