My Saturday night
Had a glass of wine, reading fic, feeling low.
At Target today, as I was in line to pay, I realized the people ahead of me had been shopping to set up house. They were youngish, mid-20s, with a cart containing a microwave, a toaster, a lamp and a wall unit. They looked very happy (especially as this was after making it thru the crowded store). I realized I've never had someone to set up house with, at least not since my first apartment with a friend in college. Of course we just ran up credit bills we couldn't pay, bought furniture together and after two months she moved her boyfriend in. After six months I moved out leaving half the furniture behind. I don't remember the day I moved into Rick's. I do remember the first weekend there, setting up my furniture and pictures and knicknacks. He wasn't even home. I bought lilacs for the living room and I don't think he noticed. Every other time I've moved (which has been often - I live in NY), I've been alone (Ian doesn't count), putting together bookcases, moving furniture and hanging pictures.
I'm so old to have never had that experience. There are so many things I've missed and can't get back. And I don't really know how I missed them. I was young at one point, I went to college, I had a friend or two, I even had a boyfriend then all of a sudden I'm 34 and I'm not sure how I spent the intervening 14 years.
At Target today, as I was in line to pay, I realized the people ahead of me had been shopping to set up house. They were youngish, mid-20s, with a cart containing a microwave, a toaster, a lamp and a wall unit. They looked very happy (especially as this was after making it thru the crowded store). I realized I've never had someone to set up house with, at least not since my first apartment with a friend in college. Of course we just ran up credit bills we couldn't pay, bought furniture together and after two months she moved her boyfriend in. After six months I moved out leaving half the furniture behind. I don't remember the day I moved into Rick's. I do remember the first weekend there, setting up my furniture and pictures and knicknacks. He wasn't even home. I bought lilacs for the living room and I don't think he noticed. Every other time I've moved (which has been often - I live in NY), I've been alone (Ian doesn't count), putting together bookcases, moving furniture and hanging pictures.
I'm so old to have never had that experience. There are so many things I've missed and can't get back. And I don't really know how I missed them. I was young at one point, I went to college, I had a friend or two, I even had a boyfriend then all of a sudden I'm 34 and I'm not sure how I spent the intervening 14 years.