Now that the boy’s done gone and moved himself to an apartment that’s dog-friendly, 3 blocks from the beach, and cuts my daily commute in half, I find I’m spending most nights over there instead of in my own neglected abode.
This is serious people. Not only do I have a toothbrush there, I moved my COFFEE MAKER in. That is a Big Step. And I’m only the teensiest bit neurotic about it (mostly because further progress involves moving more of my self and my stuff, which I loathe to the very core of my being).
Thankfully, the change of venue hasn’t been too painful. He’s got wireless internet and I’ve got my laptop, so I can still get to all of my email, etc. My home phone is set to simulring to my cell as well, so it’s like I’m not actually gone at all. Add to that the bonuses of his insuite laundry, the daily strolls along Kits Beach with the dog and the fact that he still brings me coffee in bed every morning, I’d really start to sound crazy to not be spending as much time there as I am.
So guess what I do miss. If you said my TiVo, you’d be right! For goodness’ sakes people, my man doesn’t even own a TV! (In all fairness, he did until someone broke into his old place and stole it, but that was MONTHS ago!) We honestly don’t spend that much downtime at home, and when we do we read books or watch movies on his laptop – but I find myself absolutely CRAVING television.
Thank god for TiVoToGo – I think it’s time to put some regularly scheduled trips back to the homestead into the ol’ calendar so I can pop in and download shows to bring with me. It’s not quite the same as channel-surfing and pausing live TV, but it’ll do for now.
And yes, I have thought of just moving my TV over to his place, but one thing at a time people! I did just move my coffee maker over there, and there are only so many steps toward shacking up I can handle at any one time.