It's Friday and I'm in Love

November 13, 2026

I just got off the phone with my guy. I'm debating whether I want to get out of bed or go back to sleep. I'm usually a very light sleeper. I either missed his initial message or it didn't ring. I gave him the most obnoxious ringtone ever to make sure I'd hear it no matter what. We've discovered multiple times that I don't always. Luckily I did hear my alarm ten minutes later.

It's too that point where I'm starting to count the days until I will get butterflies at the airport. Long distance sucks! I'm admittedly nervous about our planned dates as so much can go wrong weather-wise. It will be a most exciting start to the year though. Then if all goes well and we decide to really go for it, 2027 will be a year of high stress and equally high joy. The logistics of it all does put me into a mild panic when I think about it. As does all of the paperwork and finances.

I'm looking forward to snuggling in our sleep. One of the best feelings in the world is being wrapped up tight in a pair of strong arms while spooning. That is home. He's a foot taller than me, so the envelopment is most blissful. On the other hand, I know from experience that he snores. My brain doesn't really ignore snoring. I will have to find some sleep pods, again. I'm not big on dampening my hearing when asleep, but we'll see.

I feel both the anxiety mentioned above, excitement, and a very comforting calm. I'm certainly nervous. We're very different in many ways while similar in many others. I jokingly tell him that he's a wee bit ocd with his routines, though I can see why he almost has to be. Where as I am much more lackadaisicle to an extent. He's very minimalistic decor ways, and I'm a libra. Enough said.

I am nervous about the space changes. Where I currently live is less than half the size of where I lived before. That took a lot of adjustment. His current place is smaller than what I currently live in. It makes me feel claustrophobic just thinking about it. Still, adjustments happen. Plus we will probably search for something else once settled. No closets is still such a peculiar thing to me. That's ok. I'm looking forward to proper public transportation and walking distances.

I guess I'm nervous about a lot, but also quite excited. It will not just be a new adventure in life, it will be me back in a place where I feel like me. It also means aspects of my personality I have placed a hard pause on will get to explode in all their glory. I'm admittedly looking forward to that quite a lot. As well as those small intimacies that occur when living with someone. And then, after we're all settled and have had a wee bit of time alone, we'll head off to the shelter to find a few cats and our family will be complete!

With both of us being over fifty, time does make me nervous. I am hoping that we will both be gifted with many more years and decent health. I look forward to discovery. Things are so much different at this age. Maturity. Wisdom. Patience. Appreciation. At least that is the hope. It is my hope to truly drink in and devour every second. There are many more hopes, but that is the biggest one. I hope that we unfurl spectacularly. Hehehe, the world should watch out!

Really, I just hope merging our lives will be less bumpy and more smooth, and that each morning we wake up smiling. Whatever it brings, I'm looking forward to it. That is where my mind is at this morning. This message may self-destruct because it feels too personal, but it is actually where my thoughts are and writing them down wraps me in peace.

Of course, it could just as easily all go up in flames along with the rest of the bloody world, but let's not think about that, shall we?