Comfort

One and a half days with my husband and I am in a comfort zone. Just in time for him to go work a basketball camp in Connecticut, but I know he will be back Sunday night. Much better than the weeks upon weeks!

My comfort began when waking up next to Jeff. The two mornings it happened, the comfort was not warranted. My alarm went off to wake me up, and so comfortable, I turned it off a dozed back off loving the idea of being next to Jeff. Both days I did this. I guess I was subconsciously trying to steal more time.

Last night we went out to dinner. Probably my first dinner out since I was last with Jeff. Anyways, we got talking about my move to Cleveland. Loosely planning it out, discussing our options, and talking about the people that we know we will be spending time with. My job will be to find us a place to live in July. Jeff will be on the road a bit in July so he will not be able to look. Not that it would be beneficial for him to look anyways.

You see, Jeff gets very bored and frustrated with the whole process. What he ultimately ends up doing is just taking whatever place he is looking at when his patience comes to an end. It could be a ten cent hole in the wall with mice running across his feet. If he has had enough, that is the place he will take. So, it is a good idea to keep him out of this whole process.

Needless to say, with our looking forward last night piled on top of my already peaked anxiousness, I am getting very excited to become a Clevelander. So much so that my pathetic a$$ stayed in on a Friday night and searched some options of places to live. And, while it is pathetic and I admit it, it only adds to my excitement. No matter where the place is, I know I will be able to fall back into my real comfort zone when Jeff, Shea, and I are together in whatever that place may be. Even if it is rat infested, although I prefer not!