Time to move.
Wow. We're both so ready to get out of this place. It's been a nice "transition apartment": a rent of only $500 a month has meant we've got a little bit of a savings account that will at least get us into our new place hassle-free. I guess that's what it's been for.
Nicole and I met with the minister today who is doing our wedding. She's a Unitarian Universalist, and a lesbian. She's the minister at my mom's church, where we're getting married. There was a lot of laughter and tears at the meeting, I'll tell you that much.
Anyway, the reason I bring this up is because I realized today that since we moved in together, I've just been surviving in our apartments, but not thriving. I've just seen them all as transitional places, nothing special. But now, as we start browsing to find the first place where we'll live as a married couple, I can't help but want it to feel like a home, not just some place to sleep while we save for a down payment on a house.
I cooked today for the first time in a long time, with all farm-fresh vegetables and herbs from my farm share's weekly produce. Earlier today, I had the first slice of pizza I've had since I started this diet. Let me just say, my parsley pesto blew that pizza out of the water. The entire meal was like an orgasm in my mouth. Nicole had a few bites and the same experience. I miss cooking. I miss countertops and cabinets. We're setting standards for the next place so it feels like home, and one of mine is a good kitchen. And a shower I can stand up in. And lots more big windows for Boy.
We want to live in Bristol. It seems like the perfect location. Right on the bike path so our new wheels will get use all summer and fall, a bike ride away from downtown restaurants, a BOOK SHOP, a cafe (hello, writing spots?!), and the park. A friend of mine of Facebook just said the apartment above hers is available in Bristol. Can I just say I love Rhode Island? You always know a guy. If you know what I mean, you know Rhode Island. I can't wait to hear more about it.
So I miss cooking. And entertaining guests. I want to live in Bristol and drink wine and spend my summer in the sun getting skinny before my wedding. And I think it just might happen.
Nicole and I met with the minister today who is doing our wedding. She's a Unitarian Universalist, and a lesbian. She's the minister at my mom's church, where we're getting married. There was a lot of laughter and tears at the meeting, I'll tell you that much.
Anyway, the reason I bring this up is because I realized today that since we moved in together, I've just been surviving in our apartments, but not thriving. I've just seen them all as transitional places, nothing special. But now, as we start browsing to find the first place where we'll live as a married couple, I can't help but want it to feel like a home, not just some place to sleep while we save for a down payment on a house.
I cooked today for the first time in a long time, with all farm-fresh vegetables and herbs from my farm share's weekly produce. Earlier today, I had the first slice of pizza I've had since I started this diet. Let me just say, my parsley pesto blew that pizza out of the water. The entire meal was like an orgasm in my mouth. Nicole had a few bites and the same experience. I miss cooking. I miss countertops and cabinets. We're setting standards for the next place so it feels like home, and one of mine is a good kitchen. And a shower I can stand up in. And lots more big windows for Boy.
We want to live in Bristol. It seems like the perfect location. Right on the bike path so our new wheels will get use all summer and fall, a bike ride away from downtown restaurants, a BOOK SHOP, a cafe (hello, writing spots?!), and the park. A friend of mine of Facebook just said the apartment above hers is available in Bristol. Can I just say I love Rhode Island? You always know a guy. If you know what I mean, you know Rhode Island. I can't wait to hear more about it.
So I miss cooking. And entertaining guests. I want to live in Bristol and drink wine and spend my summer in the sun getting skinny before my wedding. And I think it just might happen.