staying in

Days and nights like this will become normal enough as the years go on. But for now, six months in, I smile and cherish. It's a rare Saturday night without plans, so we thought it'd be a fun night to hang out with friends, only to discover everyone we tried was out of town. Then I thought it'd be fun to go out, stroll in the city, get dessert and talk late like we used to when we were dating. But after we finished our homemade dinner of steak, corn, and potatoes, I told him I'd be fine staying in. After all, there were two loads of laundry waiting to be put away and a party to get ready for in a few days.

So he washed all the dishes and pans; I scrubbed down our toilet and tub. He cleaned the kitchen; I folded laundry. The game was on in the background, and when it was over, I switched it to my spotify playlist. Then we picked out what pictures will go on our wall.

It's a mundane night. It's a pleasant night. And we're still learning how each other puts away their clothes.

P.S. Soon it'll be time for a new blog. Five years is a long time to house words and thoughts, and I'm different now. I'll save these words but I think it's time for something beyond just an url update.