Suddenly *Not So* Single Journey

Just once…

Author: thenicknick

I’m constantly moving.  Constantly on the go.  Constantly working.  Sometimes I struggle to remember the times that I just quiet down.  I struggle to remember the times when I let my mind rest, when I am completely at ease.  It only takes me a moment, then I remember…it’s when I’m with him.  I’ve written before about his magic hugs.  And they are magical.  When he holds me, I feel everything else melt away.  When I sleep beside him, constantly reminded of his presence, even my jaw releases.  Ahhh.

So, I guess it’s a good thing we’re going to be living together…again…starting…tomorrow.  Yup.  You read it right.  I’m moving.  Again.

And just once, I wish I had more notice.  Just once!

See, I confided in Craig that I needed someone to take over my lease.  And while I have had no response that way, in seeing who needs housing through Craig, my luck has been drastically different.  Yes, I have a renter…or, a family of renters.  Mom, Dad, two daughters.  Yay!

Only…they need to move in over the weekend.  And so, the move I had been doing, the one where I was packing and unloading a car full of boxes every morning, followed by another two trips after work in the evening, has been put on steroids.  See, I could only scrounge up about six boxes.  So, I’d fill them, get them to their destination, and unpack them.  I’d bring them back.  Lather, rinse, repeat…you get the idea.  And if you have time, it’s an excellent way to move.  It’s neat.  It’s organized.  There’s no overwhelming stack of boxes that you have to sort through.  Nope.  Six at a time.  Good number.

Except now, I have two days.  Oh, and the carpet isn’t stretched yet…so, no kids’ rooms.  There are, however, empty promises that it will be done tonight.  We shall see.  If not, we shall see if I can restrain my wrath and somehow restrain myself from putting the cause of my rage on a slab.  Chances are, I’ll be too tired to kill him.  I’ll probably just give him a tongue lashing.  And since I can cause significant damage using just my words (guilt is a many splendored thing) He’ll simply wish he was dead and suffer all the more.  Mwah ha ha!  (No, not HIM.  He has been AMAZING!)

Still only have six boxes.  Thus I have reverted to some of the lamest packing EVER.  Maybe ever ever.  Yup.  I pulled out the plastic grocery bags.  It started when I packed my pantry.  And then I just kind of thought…oh, what the hell. And so I packed some sheets and towels, some spare toiletries.  I am a packing machine.  I have emptied out way more than I thought I would.

The good thing is that when the packing boxes are limited…and you begin to realize there is a distinct possibility that you may have to make forty-three HUNDRED trips back and forth to the car…suddenly, you realize that you really don’t need all that CRAP!  So, I have garbage piles nearly as large as my pack piles.  And I feel great.  So much lighter.  Oh, and that’s what he said to me tonight.

HIM: Wow.  You look thinner.

And I smiled because I thought he was teasing me.  Then I caught him peeking at my butt as I turned around.

me: So, you like these jeans, huh?

HIM: Yeah, but I like the shirt more.  Your boobs look great in it.

Didn’t I tell you he had a  way with words?

We’re working together to make this happen.  And though we didn’t expect it to happen so quickly, he took the news rather well.  He covered his face and sighed.

me: It’s okay.  We can do this.

HIM: I know what it’s going to take, Nicki.  I’ve moved you before.

me: I know.  It’ll work out.  You know I’ve got this.

He smiled at me.

HIM: I know.  You’re a planner.  You can make it happen.

Just before I left, he caught me staring at him.  And I was smiling and giggling as he held me.

HIM: What’s up?

me: I was just thinking there’s a distinct possibility this is the last time I will be this happy or pleasant for days.

HIM:  I know.  Me, too.

Well, at least we know what to expect.  I’m happy and excited.  And that’s what I’m trying to hold onto.  I’m used to my life changing drastically and unexpectedly.  I mean, two weeks ago, we weren’t even really speaking.  Now we’re engaged and living together…again.  There is, however, one thing that has never changed in the two years I’ve known him…my feelings for him.

Quick Karma:

• have a love story that is still being written

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