I know I've told you all about my travels. They were many and long and wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am. And then they were over, and I dreamed of peace. Then the friends came. Dang friends. It's hard, you know? Having friends sometimes? Ones that you actually like to hang out with and are willing to come visit you. They make for great memories, as well as noisy houses.
And then the in-laws. The in-laws, they came. And they loved on us. And they visited and bought me steak for dinner. And they hung out with us and smooched our puppy and loved on our baby who isn't even here yet. They were lovely and I was so glad they were here.
And then they went home. And for a day, it was Handsome & myself. And then it was more friends and fun times. Really, it's hard being the object of so much love and attention.
Maybe it's warped, but there is a part of me, amid all of these fun times and memory making, that longs for quiet. For no plans. For (and this is weird, but bear with me) loneliness. I haven't figured out yet if I'm an introvert or an extrovert. I know, I know, there's a personality test out there that will tell me. But maybe I just don't want to know myself that well. Maybe I'm too indecisive to answer the questions. Maybe those little pieces of my neurosis right there prove all I need to know.
|I hate when bloggers apologize for terrible lighting and bad photos.|
But now, with this one, I understand why they do.
Not that I'm apologizing.
Here's what I do know: Handsome and I are staring down the barrel of an 8-day streak. It's going to be a long second-week of September. (Speaking of barrel, any intruders will find themselves staring down a barrel of a different sort, were they to try and take advantage of H's absence. Just sayin'!) And no, I don't love that my love will be super busy and more stressed than usual. I won't love missing him, and I'll likely cry a few tears over it.
But I am looking forward to a few things.
To owning the bed.
To wonderful-smelling candles and fruit for dinner.
And mostly, to turning off the peanut gallery.
|The peanut gallery|
Those peanuts, they drive me nuts. Apparently I shut one of them off in my sleep the other night, when Handsome was trying to listen to it. Don't worry, no persons were harmed by my sleep-shutting-off-ness. While H is gone, though, these puppies don't even chirp. Oh, the quiet. My sleep, it's gloriously uninterrupted.
So there's my crappy photos, and my sad sad story of an introvert trapped in an extrovert's body (or possibly vice-versa) and a bit of lamenting the crazy life we're about to live. And still a few things I'm looking forward to. Have you ever taken one of those personality tests? Did you like what you were told? Did you think it fit?
Love & (no) Radios,