So, today after four months living four and a half hours away, my wife returns home. This is a good thing. With all that is going on right now, probably need some support. My wife is a wild-life biologist. It is a hard gig to live with. I love her, and I love her work, but there are many months that we spend apart, well, I see her usually on the weekends, but still, it is hard to live by yourself for a third of the year, and then live together the other two-thirds. It’s like living two different lives. It’s something that I am striving here to explain how it feels, but I can’t; you just have to live it. It is nice, it is just different. Do I wish she was here all the time, yes, but after seven years of doing this (maybe 8), you just get used to it. What it does mean though is massive cleaning of the house, which in turn will just be more massive cleaning after she moves back in. Which is kinda funny, but I like her coming home to a semi-clean house, or a clean house. It is her home as well, and when she is here I would like it to be nice for her.
Hmmm, this whole post has taken an interesting turn, I guess there is not much witty or snarky to say today, so my viewership will probably go down. I will try better next time.
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