The dust has started to settle with my move into Ray’s place. We hit the grocery stores pretty hard yesterday, spending quite a bit of money to procure food for us both. I’ve done a number of laundry loads so that, as of right now, we are all caught up (Ray is terrible with laundry upkeep). My things have made their way out of the living room and into the bedroom, which was quite a feat, but there’s plenty of room to store my stuff, and room to still move around in the space, surprisingly. I’ve paid my share of the rent, updated all of my addresses and such with all the various entities who need to know (thank you internet), and I’ve begun cooking my own food and adjusting to this new place.
It’s a lot quieter here, for some reason. I think it’s because there are no pets. I do miss Dougan and Punkass. I miss my conversations with Bil throughout the day.
For some reason, I have a lot more time on my days off than before. Maybe it’s the art of actually relaxing again, of not feeling like I’m in transition anymore, and not having to go-go-go in order to keep my nerves in check, that has suddenly opened up the feeling of more time in a day for me.
I’m feeling a lot more in control of my own life, and functioning at a level akin to where I was when I first moved here. I did things and put energy into making a home and a space in Caleb’s house, and felt more invested, more connected. My time with the fellas, after Caleb and I split, was really an interlude. I felt comfortable there, and they were so instrumental in helping me find a center of gravity that was sorely missed after things with Caleb and I fell apart. Having moved beyond that now, though, I do feel different. It’s not better or worse, just different. More engaged. More aware. More myself, perhaps?
I’m glad I took Ray up on his offer to live with him. I’m having those quiet moments in my head when I realize I’m doing the things I have done before with other boyfriends that I’ve lived with, except this time around, he’s an active participant in them. Cooking, cleaning, organizing, planning, scheming, conversing, loving – all of these rudiments of daily life I can now, once again, share with someone who matters to me. I draw great fulfillment from this.