Counting the days

Boy oh boy.

In the last five days, I've moved all of my belongings in heat that makes hell seem relaxing and restful, I've driven to New York, attended a wedding, sat through 4 innings and a rain delay in Yankee Stadium, and returned to my new home in the Hamptons around 1AM this morning.  I love a full life, but I. Am. Exhausted.

(In a related side note:  have you seen this? http://wapc.mlb.com/nyy/play/?content_id=27700845&topic_id=47150750&c_id=nyy)

However today I woke up for the first time in my new home.  Despite the pouring rain, that we soon found out was flooding our kitchen, I was so excited that we're finally sharing a home.  In my mind, we would wake up and go about our morning routines in order to head out on our first of many joint commutes to our respective offices.  We'd share a quick smooch and head off for what would be the best Monday all year.....

....at this point, if you haven't watched the video above, please do.  You can liken what follows to that type of startling crash of thunder....

So, the morning routine started just fine despite the shower going a weeeeee bit cold on me.  GOOD MORNING!  I really need to unpack my belongings.  I think that I spent more time this morning looking for things to wear than I did psychically getting ready to leave.  We had a rental car from the weekend that we needed to return, so it was out the door a bit early to head over to drop the car before taking the train to work.  Aforementioned rain still hitting us with cats & dogs, the morning commute by car was slower than slow.  Crawling.  People who drive to work in Philadelphia every day deserve a medal of courage.  All the while, the man-friend was staring at his watch, deeply sighing and growing more anxious by the second.  By the time we had gotten to the car drop off, we were both anxious.  I was not even late for work, or risking be late for work, but I was already thinking that I need a stiff drink.  8:15AM EST equals 5:00PM somewhere.  I was able to distract myself with trying to do the math on what country is currently 5PM for a little time, however the intensity of Joe's sighing and anxiety brought me back to reality. We finally  hop on a short train ride from 30th Street Station to Suburban Station - one stop, a few minutes and a lot of clock watching.  It hits me at this time that I've also forgotten to grab my Rent the Runway dress that needs to be returned today. Shit. This is where I finally start to fall apart.  I start thinking about how lovely my walks to work were just one week ago.  The peace, the music of my iPod and an easy start to my day.  I start to speak to Joe in a tone that resembles talking to your teenager about the responsibilities that accompany wanting to borrow the car.   "You are completely off the deep end" I remember myself saying in a low, calculated tone.  The train ride is quick, however my build up of angst is not.  Since you likely don't know me, it's fair to tell you that I cry a lot.  I cry over happy, over sad, over uncertainty, over everything.  And this morning was no exception.  As I exited the train trying to manage my own anxiety and my boyfriends distress, the tears start to well up.  I have 89 more days of East Falls living; is it ALL going to be like this? Joe & I stop to say our good-byes for the day, including a few apologies from his end while the tears stream down my cheek.  What is happening?!  Just as we're about to part for the morning, one of Philadelphia's lovely Subarban Station dwellers says in a muffled voice "Don't break up.  Wait until the afternoon".  And with that, I was off to make it a better day.  And with a small blessing from above, this day has been better than it began.  I will trek back to the train to head home and hope that tomorrow is a bit smoother.  This cohabitation thing is going to take some adjustment.  A lot of adjustment....