This weekend, I went to see Mike in Pennsylvania. I love spending the weekend there, mostly because it’s the place that feels most like home (aside from Fremont, of course). It’s the only place in which I was able to live with Mike. It’s the only place where we had more than a weekend together. It’s the only place where we had his stuff, and my stuff, and our stuff. You can look at it here. Anyway, we had a really great weekend.
Friday night, we watched silly TV shows and listened to music and Mike cooked me dinner.
Saturday, we woke up fairly early, bumbled around for awhile and then headed up to Columbus, PA for a housewarming party. On the way there, we stopped at a cute little market and explored a glacial lake. When we got there, we drank rum and Coke and watched the kids run around in the yard. It made me want my own home and my own land and my own babies.
Sunday, though, Sunday was a domestic dream. We woke up and Mike went outside to clean the sand out of my car from our Carolina vacation. I got ready and then did the dishes, cleaned the kitchen, made the bed, etc. When he came back up, we got in the car and headed to Butler to have lunch with his mom before her nursing shift. Then we wandered around Target looking for laundry baskets and shower curtains, and Mike sang into a plastic microphone just to make me laugh.
I secretly bought him the new Death Cab for Cutie CD and surprised him in the car. On the way home, we held hands and looked for deer. A little catnap and some dinner later, we smiled at one another only to realize that it was 8pm and time for me to go back to Cleveland.
The leaving trend is beginning to weigh on us. It’s hard to fall into love over and over again every weekend, only to be torn away at the end of it. Things need to change. Mike is trying to find a job here, but you all know how it goes this day in age. There isn’t one. There is nothing.
I think that it’s terrible that so many different aspects of our lives are governed by the fact that we have to live where we can get a job. We cannot live where our loved ones are. But I think that’s a post for tomorrow. For now, I’ll relish my perfect domestic Sunday.