A Week Away

A few months back I began writing a post about our first day apart. It was Mother's Day and for the first time in our 9 month relationship we were apart for a whole day. Now, only three days in, we are witnessing our first full week apart: 8 days. Saturday-Monday/Tuesday. Far too long for two needy people like ourselves.

I am currently stuck in New York working as a beer salesman, more or less, and Julie is staying at the house withholding herself from me. I suppose the time apart will do us some good; they say absence makes the heart grow blond hair. Or was it absinthe? I can never keep those old sayings straight.

Either way, this time of separation makes me appreciate all that Julie brings into my daily life. Her laugh, her smile, her unwittingly stark judgments of how I can do things better the second time around. It's moments like these that I am eternally grateful to never have wound up like Steve Carell's character in "40 Year Old Virgin". Something I feel I was frighteningly close to.

This period of isolation isn't without it's perks mind you. With J three states away my family is free to talk about her without fear of any witty retorts. Sure they only say nice things, but still I don't think her ego could take any more boosts. Usually I am her sole compliment pusher, but if she starts going around and getting them from all sorts of people I fear all the ego trips may be hazardous to her health.

While I do miss her dearly, I understand that being attached at the hip is unhealthy. There are so many risks of infection and that is only if the surgery is a success, which after ...watching BEING SUBJECTED TO dozens of episodes of Grey's anatomy I know is very unlikely.