It’s been an odd seven days. Around this time last week, Chris & I called it quits as a couple. Unpredictably, the introvert is the one who acknowledge the growing “not-working-ness” and made the move to get what he needs & deserves. Which is what I need & deserve too, so it’s fine. Sad, but real and right and good for us both.
So now I’m single. Which is a concept I haven’t quite adjusted to yet, but I’m starting to warm to the notion. I like the freedom from expectation and obligation. I’m taking good care of myself emotionally. I’m doing all right with the sleeping alone. It’s the lack of kissing that’s getting to me most, I think. Got rather in the habit of that, you see.
My room is nice – there’s been some rearranging of furniture to give us each our own spaces as we’re still sharing our two-bedroom apartment. I like having my own little territory.
One thing that’s helped is that my commute got faster. I started taking the transbay bus (the “Z”) and it reliably takes as long in the morning as a fast day making all my connections by the old Muni-BART-EmeryGoRound Shuttle method. In the evening, it saves me 20-30 minutes, which is most welcome. And it costs 50 cents more each way. Worth it, I say. Plus I have an internet connection as I go over the bridge so I can read the news or blogs or what have you.
And here it is Monday again. Couldn’t handle one more minute more than 8 hours of work today, so I bolted early and caught the 5:30 bus. Wonderful to be home by 6:15. Now it’s almost 8, so I think it’s time for a cocktail, a bath and the fourth Harry Potter book. (Yes, Kevin, that same book I started when we were dating long and long ago. For some reason I never did get around to it. Now I’m getting all antsy for the film of Prisoner of Azkaban and, since I don’t want to re-read it until after I see the movie, I’m scratching the Hogwarts itch with the next book).