withdrawal

well it has been a cloudy and rainy day, i'm work-free for another day, and i started cleaning the office! yikes!

i have a friend staying on the living room couch and he is good company. quiet, helpful, funny, non-intrusive but present. i thought of this tonight: one doesn't know how much one has been leaning into the wind until the wind stops (and one falls over).

so it is quiet, we don't speak on the phone much. mostly infrequent texting. it is an odd way to communicate.

slowly unfurling, feeling a binding sensation in my chest breaking free, is it my heart finally taking a breath?

3 days later

i'm still a little stunned but we are communicating and it's probably a good thing he did move out or we would have smithereened (if that's a word). at any rate, it is sweet to once again occupy my home solely, and i am more than happy to be minus the giant flat screen TV!

i guess we are going to "date" now that we have lived together and know a little more about our strengths and weaknesses.

imagine amputating a leg or arm to save a life. kinda sorta like that.

alone at home

he moved out while i was house sitting.

called me this morning to let me know he was gone.