Boy is headed out for dinner/drinks with a local work colleague tonight so it seems that I will have the apartment to myself tonight. And, you know, I have to say, I’m actually really looking forward to it.
When I was 11 years old, my parents first gave me a key to the house and so I got used to having at least four hours a day to myself. I would spaz out to music. I would watch horrible tv. I would create little blanket/pillow coccoons to read inside of. It was just a great dose of quality me time, which is something I crave to this day.
I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love spending time with Boy. He’s amazing and the only person I have ever been able to stand having continuously in my personal space.
But sometimes, it’s nice to have little breaks from each other and go on separate adventures. Having different experiences gives us something to talk about and when we get back together at the end of it, it’s that much nicer because absence has made the heart grow fonder.
So when I wrap up work in about an hour, I’m going to make the most of it. I’m going to hit the grocery store to pick up some of my favourite foods, maybe hit the video store and grab some movies and then I’m going back to the apartment to kick it with the cat and have a girls night in!