Today marks the formal arrival of The Ravishing Mrs. TB.
For the record, this brings us together (more or less - see below) after approximately 10 months of living apart. Not consistently, of course - I had made a few trips back and she had made a few trips here and we met at least one time at third location (San Diego). But by and large, we have been apart.
I have to admit it will be a little bit odd to have someone living in the house with me again. 10 months is enough time to develop your own habits and ways of living - - my meals, for example, are probably atrocious by the standards of dining in that they tend to consume as little time as possible to make and eat. And while most of the things are put away not everything is and I have become comfortable living with the disarray (That, also, will likely change).
I say more or less - she is going back to New Home 2.0 in February to take care of some last things before the move, then will be gone a few days in March, then down to Old Home to help her mother, then out to New Home in May, then in June... you get the idea. "Great Arrival" does not mean "Final Arrival".
It also means - by default - that her former employment will have ended. Fortunately through my relocation, she has a twelve month support program for resume help and a job search - although she has joking referred to the upcoming year as her "adult gap year".
Still, after 10 months, it will be nice to have here. Although, I suppose, I will probably have to sit down and really "eat dinner" again...
I welcome the time my wife and daughter go visit relatives who live far away, but after a couple of days - I really miss them. Bachelor living can be fun, but it isn't really home until you have someone there to share it with.
ReplyDeleteI hope you have a great reunion.
If I could compared photos of my refrigerator during my bachelor days compared to now, people would probably be shocked. I still remember those days of being able to fit everything on the top shelf so that I didn't need to stoop over to retrieve them. Now I find myself stooped over all the time peering through the various containers of this and that to see if I can find "something" to eat.
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