I am so psyched to move. We don’t get the apartment until the second weekend in July, but I already have a bunch of my stuff boxed up.
I have gotten so used to living by myself (ok, so it’s only been a little less than 2 years) that at first I was a little worried about how I will do sharing space with another human being. But the closer the actuality of it gets, the more I am excited. Although I had some issues with former roommates, I also had some very good times with them. And this roommate is extra special. He and I tend to balance each other out quite well, and are good at allowing space when necessary.
One thing I look forward to is eating meals at home together frequently, for two reasons.
First, it is a time to sit down and talk. Barely anyone does that anymore, but we do. Even breakfast a few days a week… it’s comforting to sit with someone you care about and talk about the dreams you had the night before and your plans for the day.
Second, that it will keep me focused. From my own experience, I think that eating disorders are like alcoholism… even when you have no obvious symptoms, they are always lurking in the back of your mind. Since getting “better,” I still frequently have issues with food. Sometimes on my own I can’t make myself eat real meals for days, so I just pick at whatever I can tolerate until it passes. Not healthy. Other times I panic at feeling hungry (I used to LOVE that feeling so much, I am sometimes afraid that it will control my life again someday), so I eat whatever is quickest — cereal for dinner, for example — rather than eating something nutritionally balanced. When I am shopping/cooking for both of us, I do so with INTENT. This yields healthy, “real” food on hand to be consumed at regular intervals. Score.
It’s amusing how domestic CJ has become since we agreed to move in together. He talked about painting before I did, and he even brought up the prospect of getting a new table and chairs for our dining room. He’s completely cracking me up. I love it.
Ok. Time for bed. Tomorrow is check-out day at school, which should be pretty interesting since we’ve been advised by our union reps to completely clear out our classrooms due to an impending strike (more will come on that topic, I promise… unfortunately). Then on Tuesday I have a pedicure appointment with my friend A, a last-chance interview with the superintendent of a kickbutt school district (they’ve narrowed it down from 300 applicants to me and some other chica), and then it’s off on a road trip to the ocean with A, Mi, and Mg. Damn. All of this code shite makes my ladies sound like they fell off the Periodic Table of Girlfriends.
Tata for now.
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