Mmmmm

Soon, Jenn will be here for another visit! As usual, I am ridiculously excited.

Not all that long after we met, I told her I wanted to be her vacation. She has always been mine…my respite from the mundanities, my escape to fantasy.

  

I often think about the nature of our relationship. Sure, it is rather unconventional, but I am deliriously happy (and last time I checked, that was high on my list of goals). I know that to move in together would probably destroy my career. She’s my vacation and you can’t have vacation every day—it’s bad for business. In her case, really bad.  There’s also a bit more to it. Living in the moment means when I’m at work, I am working. When I am on vacation, I am vacationing, pointedly not working. And when I am loving, that’s the only thing I want to be doing. 

 

As our relationship matures, there are compromises. I have to laugh about the time she suggested we go to Rome. I’ve always wanted to go, but going with Jenn at the time would have been tragic. Rome, the ancient beauty, art everywhere, the food, the modern and the antiquity—I still look forward to seeing it one day. But when I’m sightseeing, I want to be sightseeing. And when I’m loving… 

This is a compromise I see coming to my life. If things continue as they have been, Jenn will never meet my friends, I will never meet her family, we will never see Rome together. I guess it’s time for me to grow up a little.