So right now I should probably be in the shower, but instead I’ve just eaten an ice cream sandwich in the Prof’s bed.
I’m sure he would not approve of eating such a thing, or anything really, in his bed but I was really hungry and the bed is so comfortable. (I didn’t make a mess of any kind, not a crumb, don’t worry.)
I picked an ice cream sandwich of all things because I knew exactly where they were (second shelf in the freezer) and I didn’t want to rummage around the cabinets or the fridge or the drawers because the Prof’s roommates are home in their respective rooms and I don’t want to draw any attention to myself. Grab the ice cream sandwich, in and out, quiet as a mouse.
Also ice cream sandwiches are delicious and I feel I deserve something yummy because I just sat through a reading of what might possibly be the most “blah” play I have ever heard of.
It felt really nice to do something with the Prof this morning though, even though it was actually mind numbingly dull.
I guess “do” is a bad word? I feel like in a long distance relationship (I shouldn’t generalize) in my long distance relationship I worry (there’s that damn word again) that we don’t work outside the time we spend together, which always feels like a wonderful vacation. We usually lounge, watch movies, have sex, eat yummy things etc. And it feels really blissful. But that isn’t every day life. Or maybe it is and we’re just really really really lucky? Either way I like when we get to live our lives together sometimes instead of taking a break from them.
For instance, this morning we woke up at 8 am (I knooooowww I know. I’m shocked too) to go to a table reading of a new play the Prof’s playwright friend has asked him to direct. We got up and dressed and out the door. Walked to get a train pass, rode the train, went to this guy’s awesome apartment and then there was the reading blah blah blah. The reading ends, we book it out of there. The Prof has to go to his next rehearsal for another staged reading that will happen later tonight (the thing I really should be showering for right now) and I went back to his apartment on a different train and we’ll meet up again in a couple of hours.
Now if that was boring for you to read, which I’m sure it was, that makes me happy. It makes me happy that he still makes me happy when we are simply commuting from one place to another. When we are swapping keys and going over plans no matter how mundane.
And the way that I miss him now, as opposed to how I miss him when we’re truly apart, it is SO different. I still miss him but there’s also this lovely comfort in it. He is gone but he will be back soon, and by soon I mean hours not days or weeks or months.
I really prefer this kind of waiting to the alternative.