made a home from a rented house

I’ve been pms-ing for like 2 weeks straight. I cant exactly pinpoint the reason, but I do know that moving is abnormally stressful. About two weeks ago I turned in my 30 day notice to my landlord. Right now I am in the process of packing up/throwing out/giving away all of my worldly belongings in hope of a more simple life. It’s both a burden and a relief.

It’s also very sad because this house became a home once Russell came into my life. This is where he would work all day on the micro fiber miracle couch and wait for me to come home. This is where we would cook meals together (technically, Russell would cook dinner and I would watch and/or help out in a nominal way). I loved our meatloaf, spaghetti and meatballs and frychos (mmmm frychos). We would have our kid nation Wednesdays. We’d have movie nights and date nights. We'd explore neighboring towns. I miss coming home and seeing Russell shirtless and sweaty from his run, with a dishtowel tucked in the back of his pants, bent over the sink, doing dishes and other husbandly things.

He's home again and for the next couple of days I can enjoy that life.

Next week I’ll be back in the city and will be looking forward to drinks in the old neighborhood.