I walked to work today in an effort to save gas, and a little Carbon emission. Though due to the walk and rainy weather, my boring old sneakers took place of my preferable footwear.
I must note that the distance is only walkable when I stay with my Banker*, and slowly but surely I have begun to "move" myself into his home. -out of convenience of course!
The Banker and I have been dating for almost nine months now. We have settled into cozy routines that might raise even my cynical eyebrow if I thought about it. It is so much easier to cook for two, than one. So we have just gotten in the habit of making dinner at his place. -It is closer, a shorter drive from work for me, and he doesn't have roommates like I do. By the end of dinner, we settle in for reading or a little t.v. By the time bed time rolls around, it is just assumed I will stay.
To be honest I find it easier to sleep with him, than without. A first, considering I am a notorious non-bed-sharer! I couldn't be convinced that cuddling was ever something that wasn't used to suffocate one another. This sudden change has resulted in me not sleeping in the new bed I have at my place. The one that was put in almost a month ago!
I used to carry back and forth an overnight bag, but that bag has evolved into a twice monthly trip to my place to change out the clothes that I keep in his dresser and closet. I suspect that half my shoe collection has also migrated over as well!
I have even been gifted my own bathroom. Sometimes I wonder if the banker has noticed just how much we have melded together. One might debate as to the wisdom of being so close so soon. The whole he won't buy the milk if he is getting it for free. Well, considering he is in his early thirties, I doubt any such games would work on him anyways. I assume he will commit to whom he loves, when he is ready. I am just lucky to have an intelligent person who is patient, fun, and quite handy to have around!
Besides, engagement and marriage is the last thing on my mind. If I were to try and get married, my sneakers would come in handy for me. Because on that day, I'd be running down the aisle and out the door! Okay, I kid. I want to get married. Just not before 24, unlike a lot of my peers. They seem to be following each other in poufy white dresses! Congratulations to them! Its just not for me, at the moment!
Besides the fact that my brain is literally not done forming its adult characteristics. Sometimes I wonder how the Banker can have so much in common with me. But hey I am not going to question it, as long as it is working!
One day when other goals have been achieved, a husband and children will be lovely.
It was quite my coincidence that on my bi-weekly visit to the library this weekend, I picked up Margaret Atwood's The Edible Women. I did so, only because it was one of hers I hadn't read...Now 200 pages in, I have to wonder if it wasn't a subconscious rebellion to my friend's Saturday wedding.
One last note: Sneakers and an ugly Parka seem to be good choices, as this afternoon has turned into a thundering wet mess!
*For privacy I can't call the man I am dating by his name. I don't want to call him My Boyfriend- it sounds possessive! So I call him by his occupation. Though honestly such a title does nothing to really illuminate who the man actually is. Any suggestions are welcome...Maybe initials?
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