April 28, 2011

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  our living room

  It's been raining all morning, grey and windy. I was sitting here at my desk when, suddenly, the sun came on like a lightbulb. It streamed in the window so unexpectedly - so instantaneously - I actually jumped a little. I thought it was a huge truck pulling into the driveway. 

  This past week has been all action. We finally gathered all our errant bits of furniture and finished the living room. It's so beautiful I can hardly believe it. And I went home for a visit and it was my birthday. My darling husband-to-be baked me an almost-homemade Betty Crocker cake twice because the first one wasn't perfect enough. His mother gave me a small sewing machine. There's a certain amount of pressure there, but I'm still excited to see if I can figure it out. So things around here are very nice. 

  But even nice is a bit tiring. I need solitude - both actual and perceived - to be quite content. I admit I miss my old apartment for its top-floor silence - and because it was mine alone. I wonder if there will ever come a time when sharing a space doesn't feel like too much compromise. I feel like, if anything (godforbidandknockonwood) ever happened I wouldn't do this again. Though I could be wrong; it's a lesson I don't seem to learn.

  Maybe that's why I'm reluctant to have children. They're just more people with whom I'd have to share my house. Ha.

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