Spent a week in Brighton and a week at home over the last fortnight. It feels almost as though we’ve moved in together already. We’ve both become accustomed to being around each other constantly for the last two weeks and now that the fortnight is over we both feel ‘wrong’ being apart. Life together just gets better and better and better.
The house feels empty and flat with only me in it. Stephen’s presence brought a life to this house that I never thought I’d feel here. It felt more like home than I ever thought it would. I can’t wait for move-in day.
So, just over a week ago I met some of the crew in the Rainbow Chorus and what a lovely bunch they are too, went to an evening with the Conversation Cafe (some of which was treading dangerous ground with topic and subject matter – like questions you always wanted to ask a woman/man! – sexist or what), attended the evening ‘do’ for Michael and Richard’s Civil Partnership where some of the choir sang for them (lovely), walked along the sea-front, ate Indian food, made breakfast cereal, listened to lots of music and generally got on with getting on with each other.
Last week we came home and visited Wilkin’s jam shop, cafe and museum, went for a sunset walk and lay under the stars on equinox night, made more breakfast cereal, went to Burnham Carnival and had Chinese take-away with friends.
I’m sure there’s more but it was such a full week there would be too much to list here anyway. The upshot is that I want Stephen to move in more than ever and can’t wait for December. It seems like a long time to go.