I would love to do a proper narrative of Saturday's events, because it was quite a day.
But I'm on vacation. In Hawaii... Outside, I hear rustling waterfalls and birds chirping. My arms and shoulders are exactly at that delicate border between sunkissed and sunburned. I am happy.I should not be holding a computer in my lap and typing. I should be out frolicking, imbibing mai tais or cliff diving into crystal clear waters. Or both.
So how about I keep fast forwarding through the past days, rather than doing the normal write ups, since I reeeeally want to get to here and now.
Mr. A and I have moved in, as you know, together. After doing about a fifth of the move on Friday, Saturday was all about disassembling, moving and reassembling furniture, retrieving all my stuff from my mom's house, and packing the final loose ends (i.e. more than half of our possessions were still left over). Meaning enough work to fill a week.
And I was leaving the next morning at 5:30.
This rushed situation, and the fact that our small aesthetic differences instantly became a practical rather than theoretical subject, led to not one, but maaaany requests, implorations and exhortations, on both sides, all day long. INPO (in no particular order):
Can you make room for my chair?Can you make room for my rugs?
Can we throw away this lamp?
No, how about we keep the lamp?
Do you really need this?
Well, do you really need that?
Can you help me clean up the kitchen?
Would you stop worrying about the kitchen?
Would you start doing this/that?
Can't you see I'm doing something else?
Can you come here and do that/this?
Would you stop telling me what to do?
Would you tell me why you're pissed off?
Would you just piss off?
At midnight, we climbed into the truck for the final transport, and the silence hung heavily upon our brows.
At 1 a.m., we were putting things away in the new house and shooting meek smiles at one another.
At 2 a.m., Mr. A went out to get a snack and I started packing again -- for Hawaii. I could only find bikini halves, no t-shirts, no flip flops, no sunscreen, so I just grabbed what I could and shoved it into my weekend bag.
At 3 a.m., I crashed on the mattress and fell asleep a second later. At some point after that, before we woke up at 4:45 to go to the airport, I remember him curling up next to me, and I remember smiling.
Gained: Moving day -- Finito!!! We talked, we asked, we argued, we pleaded and we negotiated. I didn't always get my way, he didn't always get his, but we both have something way better: each other!
