I realized something today, while being introspective on the drive to my bosses house after work. M needs a hobby. If, heaven forbid, we were to stay here after tour, he needs to do something that gets him out of the house. I have grocery shopping, I have the nightly walks, I have band weekly, and I have “girls brunch and a movie” dates every so often. He. Never. Leaves. The. House.
We’d discussed this once in the year and a half we’ve lived together, and he said that he goes away enough, so he gets dibs on staying home if he so chooses. That’s fine, when he’s going away semi-regularly. But today I breathed a sigh of relief that I get to come back to my house and be quiet instead of being whatever version of “on” I am around him.
Army wives regularly recognize the perks of having a partner who is away a lot (you have to, or you’d drown in the suckage). I just didn’t realize that this particular perk is actually a necessity.
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By the way, still no contact from M. I’ve sent 3 emails, in the meantime…
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If I had an iPod, there would be four songs on repeat:
rusted from the rain by Billy Talent – this song is full of great one liners. For example “I used to be a lapdog, now I’m just a stray”, or perhaps, “If I’m the king of cowards, you’re the queen of pain”.
notion by Kings of Leon – I have liked everything this band has released (on this shithole’s local radio, anyway). So I downloaded the discography. I intend on indulging in some Music Appreciation this weekend to grow this new Love.
she’s a genius by Jet - Again, I’m familiar with the singles, but I Love this song, and the video is pretty good.
ain’t no rest for the wicked by Cage the Elephant – I’d never heard of this band until this song. But I’m their newest biggest fan now :)
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One of my close friends here, L, is going through some serious shit with her husband. To the point where I may acquire a temporary room mate. I feel like an asshole, because I disappeared for a while with M’s deployment, and then I find out this transpired. Apparently every single one of her girlfriends’ partners is being deployed, so she’s suffered in silence. Yep. Here’s me sucking as a friend again. *sigh*
On a different front, one of the infamous four, Ls, messaged me on Facebook to comment on the pro photo that I posted as our profile pic. We got to talking. Then we talked some more. I went out for my walk, and asked her if she’d be around when I got back. We then talked til 11.30pm, when I forced myself to go so I could sleep. It was… surprising… because, as usual, I thought I’d written “them” off, and here I was chatting with her and feeling the distance. It’s not often I feel the distance with anyone from the home province. There’s a lot of relief that I’m so far removed from the drama that seems to flourish there. But here I found myself missing her.
It’s easy to write people off when you live 2500 kms away from them. Heh.
I wonder what our destination will be come next posting season.
There had fucking better be one.
PTP.
h&v
