Melancholy
Yesterday my boyfriend and I were reminiscing on the time we lived together before we had to sell the house. Now I can't live in his apartment because it's a 'low income' apartment and only one tenant can live in it, and until I get a job I can't live with him again.
Anyways, I was thinking about all the things we'd do. I'd wake up at whatever time, put the coffee on, begin the process of waking him up (it's like trying to get a dead body to wake up, I swear.) Once I felt he was properly disturbed from his deep sleep I'd go out and let the ducks out of their pen, feed them, and then plop them into their pool. Have a cigarette, and go inside.
He and I would just do whatever all day (except Thursdays. I'd go hang out with my Grandma on Thursdays.) Whether it was spending hours in the bedroom, then hours watching TV, or driving down to Kum and Go to get a 64 ounce fountain soda for $1.39 (BEST DEAL EVER, RIGHT!?) we just had tons of fun spending time together. It was like we already got married and were spending our honey moon just enjoying each other (and our ducks.)
I remember lounging on the couch and playing Harvest Moon for hours, he'd be downstairs on the computer for a while, we'd take turns playing Animal Crossing on the Game Cube. (I don't care what people say, Game Cube is WAY better than Wii. I've played some of those Wii games. NOT quite as fun as the Game Cube.) We'd battle each other on Super Smash Bros. Melee... then we had a phase where we sold stuff on eBay. I don't recommend doing that unless you live in a place with A LOT of yard sales. (Buy low sell high buy low sell high... by this time I'd rather be high than selling high.)
But yeah. Just remembering the times. I have this bad habit that when something bad happens to me I block out all the bad AND good memories so I don't feel as hurt and sad. But being over there might have been the very best days of my life, and I try to remember as much as I can from it.
Anyways, I was thinking about all the things we'd do. I'd wake up at whatever time, put the coffee on, begin the process of waking him up (it's like trying to get a dead body to wake up, I swear.) Once I felt he was properly disturbed from his deep sleep I'd go out and let the ducks out of their pen, feed them, and then plop them into their pool. Have a cigarette, and go inside.
He and I would just do whatever all day (except Thursdays. I'd go hang out with my Grandma on Thursdays.) Whether it was spending hours in the bedroom, then hours watching TV, or driving down to Kum and Go to get a 64 ounce fountain soda for $1.39 (BEST DEAL EVER, RIGHT!?) we just had tons of fun spending time together. It was like we already got married and were spending our honey moon just enjoying each other (and our ducks.)
I remember lounging on the couch and playing Harvest Moon for hours, he'd be downstairs on the computer for a while, we'd take turns playing Animal Crossing on the Game Cube. (I don't care what people say, Game Cube is WAY better than Wii. I've played some of those Wii games. NOT quite as fun as the Game Cube.) We'd battle each other on Super Smash Bros. Melee... then we had a phase where we sold stuff on eBay. I don't recommend doing that unless you live in a place with A LOT of yard sales. (Buy low sell high buy low sell high... by this time I'd rather be high than selling high.)
But yeah. Just remembering the times. I have this bad habit that when something bad happens to me I block out all the bad AND good memories so I don't feel as hurt and sad. But being over there might have been the very best days of my life, and I try to remember as much as I can from it.